The Oath

Chapter 2

“Brave of you to take the fall for everyone.” I don’t understand why everyone is so shocked that I did that. I mean, anyone would have done the same thing. I’m sure someone would have taken the fall sooner or later.

“I’m sure you would have done the same thing.” I say smilingly.

“Hell no, I would never.” He says this with the most serious face. I guess I’m the only person with a hearth around here.

I show him the paper with my punishment. “Oh, this is it? I was expecting worse”. Few seconds after reading through it he says, “Oh no this is worse!”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean it says you have to clean all the gardens around the college”

“Yeah I’m sure there is two or maximum three.”

He laughs. “Bella how long have you been in this school? And please, stop chewing those things.”

“It’s been a year. Why?”

“Because you need to follow me to the rooftop where you will get a clear view of the whole college”

On our way to the rooftop we hear Sister Macho yelling at Sister Mary. All I hear is “you should not have done that” then sudden silence. While we tip toe our way up the stairs, I hear a loud bashing sound and one of them screams.

“I’m sorry Sister, but you should not have put your nose in my business…in my school”. Sounds like Sister Mary’s voice, but with the gasping I can’t really tell who it is exactly.

Then another bashing follows and suddenly there is a period of silence. Then I hear gasping and sighing, and something fall over the wall hard. Sean holds me back and we hide behind a wall. I peep and see Sister Mary. “Where is Sister Macho?” I ask myself. Then I gasp in fear. “Shh” Sean holds my mouth, he is standing so close to me I can feel his thing rubbing against me.

“Shh, we shouldn’t be here.” He whispers. “The moment she leaves we will follow. Just calm down for now.”

I am trying so hard to keep calm, but my skin is scorching, my underarms feel itchy and tears are hysterically rolling down my eyes. She leaves.

“Oh my God, did you see that?” I am losing my nerves. I just witnessed a murder. I just… I can’t.

“Sean, we have to tell someone. Someone that can help us. If we keep quiet, we will be in trouble.”

“Bella…”

“Sean we must call 911. We have to help her.”

“Bella…”

“Or maybe we ill take her to the hospital with your car”.

He holds me by my hair and kisses me. I couldn’t think of a better way to stop me from blabbing. Then he pulls away and looks me in the eye, and like how it happens in movies, he continues kissing me and presses me against the wall of the college bell. He puts his finger in my underwear, and I don’t know if getting fingered in a Christ centred place is worse than getting fingered by a person who works in the Church of Christ. These thoughts flood my head, but so does his finger as he plays the guitar inside my v****a. I feel my undies are wet, so I pull them down. Somehow pulling down my panties made him think I want more, which I do, but I didn’t think he would s*x me on the school roof, next to a f*****g cross. I feel guilty, but you know what they say about guilty pleasures. He stops kissing me and closes my mouth with the palm of his hand while he rubs his thing against my c******s. I can barely feel my face. He pushes it slowly inside me, and every time he goes in, I get flashback of the blood splatter. He pushes it in again and I see Sister Mary’s face viciously bash the Deans head. He does the final push and my feet fail to hold me up. I almost fall but he holds me up against the wall and pushes inside me deeper and deeper. If he wasn’t holding my mouth, the whole school would know by now that I am getting laid. Towards the end I hear him groan and roughly bite my ear.

I don’t know how am going to walk down the stairs, my legs are shaky.

I find a phone with a letter under my pillow. The letter reads:

My leave is this weekend, I must go. This phone has only my number so we may keep in touch. I’ll be gone after morning prayer.

Xo xo

So now I must live with this huge secret.

During the dinner prayer it is always Sister Mary that leads us, but tonight she reported sick. So, Sister Agnes leads us.

Sleep? Not a wink.

In the morning I meet Sean and he tells me about the phone.

“Yes, I found it.”

“Okay, use it only to message me and if there’s an emergency, just call me ok?”

“But phones aren’t allowed here.”

“Yes Bella, but so is killing.”

“When are you coming back?”

“Monday.”

So as expected, there is an “important announcement” to be made this morning.

Our Father, who are in heaven,

Hallowed be thy name;

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

On earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day as our daily bread;

And forgive our trespasses

As we forgive those who trespass against us;

And lead us not into temptation,

But deliver us from evil.

For thy is the Kingdom

The power and the glory,

Forever and ever

Amen.

“Blessed be.”

“Blessed be Sister Mary, servant of the Lord.” They all say while I look down at my feet because I am scared to even catch her eye.

“There is an important announcement today. Very heart-breaking news.” She pauses and fiddles with her fingers, and surprisingly she cries.

I can’t believe I’m watching this s**t unfold.

“St. Kizito Marydale has lost a sister. We have lost a sister. Our leader, Dr Macho Gaines.”

Everyone sighs in shock. I try to act as if I am just as shock, but I suck at pretending.

“Ladies, please keep quiet. It is true that this news is traumatizing, but we must behave civil.”

Oh, wow look who’s talking.

She concludes with informing us that there will be a night vigil to bid Sister Macho goodbye.

Before she could leave, this bomb of anger inside me explodes, “Sister Mary, may you tell us her cause of death.” I pause. “I am pretty sure I am not the only one who is concerned.

Realising that there is no way out of this she replies with tears in her eyes. “She fell down the stairs and broke her neck.” She walks away, way faster than usual. We all know how she is all about walking like a lady, not running around like you being chased; “keep your chin up” she would say. But today, we see Sister Mary almost run. Run away from us, the truth and maybe even herself.

I carry out my duty at the church garden and go back to the dorm to change into clothes suitable for the vigil.

“Is sad what happen to Sister” says Hanna.

“I know hey, life is not fair.”

At the vigil we are holding candles and singing Holy Mary with our heads bowed. Sister Mary is mourning in the eyes of everyone else, but I know…

It is indeed true that the construction of the mind, can never be displayed in the face. Her face is a book where man read strange matters.

Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord;

And let perpetual light shine upon them.

May the soul of the faithful departed,

Through the mercy of God

Rest in peace

Amen.

Everything goes well at the vigil; I interact with the girls, having to act surprised. I am still very staggered by this whole thing, but we’ll get to the bottom of this; sooner or later.

After texting Sean, telling him about the vigil, I head straight to the roof of the church. Maybe to gather evidence, maybe to come into terms with what I witnessed last night. I find Sister Agnes, crying.

“Sister, is everything okay?”

She jumps afraid at the sound of my voice.

“Hey it’s just me.”

“Oh Bella. You scared me” she says wiping her teary eyes

“Everything okay?”

“Yes, everything is fine. I am saddened by the passing of another Dean.”

“Another?”

“Never mind me Bella. How are you. You didn’t look shocked at the news of her death.” She pauses and further wipes her wet face with a cloth; “Rather you looked irritated.” She adds.

“No, I was shocked. It’s just the cause of death that stuns me.”

“Why?”

“What are the chances of a healthy women wearing flat shoes taking a fall on the stairs?”

“1 in 50, maybe. I don’t know.” She sits up.

“Sister Agnes!”

“Yes.”

“Can you keep a secret?”

“Secret…Yes…why?”

Its Monday and I await Sean’s return.

“I hope you all are aware that you will be writing today at 4:30”

The whole class refuses to write under the circumstances.

“Sir, we are in mourning. We are not in the position to write an exam.”

“Yes Sir, can we write at least next week?”

“Sir, we did not study. None of us are fit for this exam.”

Everybody complains, but from what I know, this is St. Kizito Marydale, and we will write this exam dark or blue.

To my surprise, Sister Mary, and the only one left with a say around here, she grants us an extension till next week. Also, we may take a study leave for the next three days. It’s true that Christmas only comes once in a year; but we are having three days of Christmas. Who would have thought?

It’s the normal daily schedule for everyone who isn’t trying to prove someone guilty of murder.

I receive a message from Sean, “Come to my room”. So, I rush there hoping he has some news for me.

The moment I enter his dorm, he hurriedly closes the door behind me and says, while grabbing my thigh, “one more sin.” The next thing I am butt naked on his bed and he’s not there. I panic and grab my phone to ring him, his phone rings right next to me under the pillow. Dammit!

I get dressed and head back to my dorm.

I will not be attending class today and the next three days, so I use this time to think of ways to expose Sister Mary. I meet