Story of a Survivor - Season 1 - Episode 24

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Story of a Survivor - Season 1 - Episode 24

Caroline interjected: modeling is for lazy
people! How long will you last as a model? By
the time you are thirty, you are expired!

At this stage I interrupted: Aunty, if she wants
to be a model, please allow her! At least she
has an ambition!

Oh! Oh! Oh! Caroline shouted: So we are the
ones without ambitions abi?

I kept quiet: The both pounced on me and
started jabbing at me to answer the question; I blocked my face with my hands. Silvia was
warning them to let me be.

Answer me now! Caroline commanded as they
continued to pull at my dress, hitting and
pinching me. This continued for several
minutes as they chase me all around the
room. They pummeled me to a Corner and
were biting, beating and tearing me up.
I remembered the wall Calendar hung above
my head, I managed to stretch my hands up
upon the calendar, and I rubbed my hands over the surface of the Calendar even as I endured the painful jabs from my sisters.

My palm touched what I sought. My Sisters had torn my Clothes remaining my undies.

I pulled the eight inches long needle I had
embedded on the calendar months ago and
dug into Caroline’s b----t four times in quick
succession, the entire needle entered her
b----t! She screamed liked an entrapped
Animal as she let go of me, Pauline heard her
scream and was about to run away but I pulled Pauline towards myself and I pushed my hands into her stomach three times, she screamed like a Dog under attack. I left half of the needle buried in her stomach and dashed to the corner we kept Kitchen stuffs. I grabbed
the only Knife in the house; I closed the door
of the Batcher to prevent intruders from
coming in.

My sisters saw this and crouched on their
knees at the edge of the room begging me
and apologizing.

I can kill the two of you now! I said between
clenched teeth. But I will not because we are
Sisters! But the next time any of you lay her
fingers on me I will chop it off! I swear by
Daddy’s grave I will give you a mark you will
live with for the rest of your lives!

Yes! Yes! Sorry derby! They chorused.

By tomorrow! I continued as stood above them jabbing the knife dangerously in the air. I want my money transferred into my account!
Yes! Yes! They chorused nervously as they
clutched unto their wounds
By tomorrow I want you to give Silvia some
Money to go and register at any modeling
school of her choice!

Yes o! Yes! We shall do as you said o! They
chorused as they wailed and writhed in pain,
clutching onto their blood soaked wounds.

Still holding the Knife I wrote down my U.B.A
savings account number on a piece of Paper
and gave to Caroline; this is my account
number! Pay my money here tomorrow! She
collected it hastily and put in her jeans Pocket.

I wore a Jeans trouser and a Polo Shirt. I
removed Pauline’s hands from her Stomach
and pulled out the needle I deposited there,
she screamed once more like a dog in pain.

I left the House dragging Silvia with me. I
knew they would do my bidding. They know
what I could do with a knife. I was wrong._