Mended Wings
Episode 15
Ella opened the door. She carried the groceries in her right handand her bag in her left. She walked indoor, dropped the groceries in the kitchen, and dashed to her room. She turned her back to the mirror, her head turned backward to allow her see her reflection in the mirror. She stared at the large patch of blood stain that stood out on the yellow skirt she wore. She hissed. How could she be having a heavy flow that defied all measure to keep it concealed, today of all days, when she had apresentation at work? Or was it the stress and anxiety she had previouslythat caused it? she wondered.
She removed the skirt and slid into the bathroom. She stepped out minutes after, dried her body, slipped into a brown negligee. She slumped on the bed and rolled in it, her mind filled with thoughts. Her husband of eight months had gone to a three-day conference, leaving her behind. She rubbed her face and sighed, her mind heavy withunshared thoughts.
Feeling of embarrassment that washed over her when one of the directors, a male, had called her attention to her stained skirt at work brought tears to her eyes. What would the director think of her? A woman who couldn’t manage her body perhaps. How she wished she were pregnant. She’d have had to take a break from monthly flow. Now that she wasn’t, she’d have her flow to handle.
How could she even expect to be pregnant when her husband
slept with her once in a while? And all the times she complained, he showed grave displeasure and further delayed the next. He wouldn’t even hear it, if she tried to bring up the issue of pregnancy. He woulddiscard the discussion and tell her he should be the one worried, not her. She exhaled.
“Pray,” something impressed on her heart. Pray about what?
Would she asked God to increase her husband’s urge or would she pray for a miracle pregnancy? She discarded the thought. She already knew her failure to achieve conception was because of the erratic s*xual meeting she had with her husband, what was there to pray about? She’d
have to take actions or else nothing would change about her situation. Whatever it required her, she’d give it. If Joel refused to listen to a gentle discussion, he’d listen with a gun at his neck, she thought. She got off the bed and trotted to the kitchen.
Joel switched off the light as usual of him whenever he wanted tobed his wife. He lay in bed atop her, a large duvet covering them. Ella stealthily swiped underneath her pillow and reached for the flashlight she had carefully placed under the left edge previously. She didn’t care if switching on the light would upset Joel. She just wanted the light on to satisfy her curiosity. If her husband had nothing to hide, he wouldn’t have had such affection for darkness, she thought.
Whatever he was hiding, she was interested in knowing.
Ella held the lamp in her right hand and turned it on.
Joel froze like a thief caught in the act. “Switch it off,” he shouted and stretched his hand to take the lamp. Ella quickly moved the lamp away from his reach while directing the light at him.
“Why love darkness?” she said, flashing the light at his body.
Joel shot up subconsciously to snatch the lamp, removing the
blanket off them. Ella threw the lamp further and scurried off the bed, running toward the light switch on the wall, which she put on as soon as her fingers reached it. The whole room lightened up.
“What!” Ella’s eyes dilated as her eyebrows shot up. “What is
that?” She pointed to the dildo fitted to Joel’s pubic area. “How is this possible? What is this?” she screamed. Joel rushed at her and covered her mouth. “You’re screaming. It’s almost midnight.”
Ella slapped his hand off her mouth and stepped away from him.“I won’t keep quiet until you explain to me what is going on here.”Joel loosened the toy and removed it from over his flaccid male 0rgan. “I’m sorry, Ella.”Ella burst out crying. “Sorry for what? Is this what you’ve been doing for almost a year that we’ve been married? No wonder I was never pregnant. I knew it. I knew something wasn’t right. You werealways lacking in emotions when it got to that. I thought you were being over spiritual, I never knew you have a problem.”“I don’t have a problem. Keep your voice down.”
“You don’t have a problem? Then tell me why you’ve been using this demonic object from the pit of hell on me all this while.”“Keep your voice down.”
“Stop telling me to keep my voice down. How dare you? You
wicked liar. How dare you fool me?”
“Honey, be patient, I can explain.”
“Then explain. But don’t tell me to be patient.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to be natural. It’s just that I uh u-uh.”
“It’s just that you are what? What is wrong with you? Why didn’tyou tell me before you married me?”“Were you not lusting after my look? Isn’t my physical appearance satisfying enough for you?”
“Who was lusting after you? Who cares about your physical
appearance? Would that make me pregnant?”
“That’s your cup of tea. You got what you wanted.”
“How dare you talk to me like that? You are a son of the devil.”
His blood boiled. “Watch your tongue, Ella.”
“You should rather obey yourself. Who are you to tell me a thing?You, impotent liar.”“Don’t let me do what I don’t want to do. Watch your tongue.”Fury welled up his throat.
“What will you do? You can do nothing. I’m going to tell
everybody, starting from the senior pastor to the least member of the church that you’re impotent, nothing but a dead horse, if you don’t show me otherwise right away. Prove yourself if you are man enough.”
“You can’t do that, Ella. Even if I’ll prove myself, it can’t be
tonight. Give me some time.”“Some time to do what?” She hissed and walked to the other side of the room. “I was wondering why you never allowed the lights on,
never knew you were hiding. Your secret is out and I’ll tell as many people as I can that their beloved pastor is such a useless husband.”
Joel dashed at her and landed a slap on her face. “I told you to
watch your mouth.”
Ella screamed and hit his arm. “You slapped me. You’ll regret
this.”Joel pushed her against the wall and hit her as much as he could. Ella retaliated as her strength permitted her. She was weaker. Her punches were no match for his. And despite how much she clawed his body, he wouldn’t stop beating her. He had crossed his elastic limit. Joel hands went cold as he realized Ella wasn’t fighting back any more. She lay on the floor still, her eyes shut.
Ella, Ella.” He shook her. “E-l-l-a,” he screamed. “Lord, please
have mercy,” he said repeatedly. He stood up and ran into his closet, his arms stained with blood from the bruises he had sustained. He rummaged the wardrobe and picked a t-shirt and a trouser. He wore the cloth hurriedly, picked adress for his wife, and with it, covered her n@ked body. He lifted herhead and carried her outside to her car.
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