Never Give Up Episode 3

Never Give Up 🏃🏽

Episode 3

I went to my daddy one early morning when he was preparing to leave for work. I told him everything and as usual, I added more spices to make it look like Mr Harrison forced me and does not want to take responsibility. I told my dad that he rapped me at his bungalow and warned me not to tell anyone because if I do, he will destroy my life. Yea, guess what! it worked. My father opened his mouth wide and said "my daughter so it was your teacher that did this to you and you couldn't say it. I will show him that he can't eat his cake and have it back. What has come over this teachers of late. Are they to teach our children or they are to make love with them. Dzigbordi, are you sure of what you are saying?" I nodded my head in response. My father was convinced and got angry within himself. He vowed not to let Mr Harrison go free. He quickly called his work place and told them he had to attend to some emergency so they should rather book him for the night shift. He asked me to dress up and follow him to report the case to the police. At the police station, I was made to write my statement. Honestly, I knew that about 45% of what I wrote was not true. I even added that he raped me. This man should be ready for me. I began feeling that I went too far with my statement but hey, come to think of it, why should he feel unconcerned when I told him I was pregnant. At least he should have said something to rather calm me down and not the approach he used. He was aware that I was suspended from school but he never tried to ask me how I was coping. At least this made it clear that he was a bad person. Why won't he do that to his own daughter who is even older than I am? He wanted a better meat I guess. Ok then, he should be ready to pay for it. I do communicate with Amenyo at times. He always do show concern and sorry for my condition but I do tell him not to worry for am a big girl and I could take care of myself. I assured him that I won't mention his name because that will make his parents do worse things which I was trying to avoid. So if Mr Harrison doesn't care about me, why should I have mercy on him? I wrote the statement and made it look like I was innocent and it was he Mr Harrison that forced me. My father was furious to deal with him. The police made my father arrange for a taxi to take us to the school because their police van was in use for patrol. I equally gathered some determination to bring this man down. When we got to the school, we first moved to the administration to tell the headmaster why we we're there with the police. Initially the headmaster wanted to cover him up but the police officer told him not to make things difficult for them so he should just do as they demanded. The headmaster with no choice or excuse sent for Mr Harrison. As soon as I saw him coming from a distance I told my father that he was the one responsible. My father made sign to the police to arrest him but the headmaster asked them to wait for him to ask him some few questions. Upon his arrival, the headmaster asked him if what I was saying was true. Wonders they say will never end. Mr Harrison looked surprised and said he knew me as his student but he is new to what I was saying. The police officer told the headmaster to release him to them immediately. The officer said when they get to the station he will speak better. Mr Harrison wanted to talk again but the officer advised him to shut his mouth because anything he will say there will be used against him in the Court of Law. Some few students including Lynnell came around to see what was going on. I saw her but made myself as if I don't know her. How can someone I called my friend turn her back on me especially at the time I needed her the most. Some people are really heartless and wicked. At the police station, Mr Harrison was actually tortured by the police to speak the truth. This man was actually a stubborn man. He was refusing to say the truth so he was locked up for two days. Eventually, he admitted that he slept with me but it was conscientious. He also added that he always use condom when sleeping with me and made it clear that it was a regular practice between us. I became ashamed because my true campus life was revealed. This man should be low minded. He was saying almost everything that went on between us. His wife came to visit him at the cell and it was just appalling. Mr Harrison requested that they do medical examination for the two of us to see if the pregnancy was actually his. He was actually kept in police custody for an additional day before we went to the hospital. Hmmm, unfortunately for Harrison and fortunately for me, the doctor said they can only do the DNA test after the baby is born. They will then compair the babies DNA and that of Mr Harrison to see if he is the father of the baby. Due to this new development, the police forward the case to court for the judge to give a ruling. At the court, the ruling was prior to the delivery of the baby and testing. He was supposed to take full responsibility of the pregnancy and that he will be held responsible should anything happen to me. After the court ruling, Mr Harrison sends money to me every month for my upkeep. My step mother too became pregnant in the heat of time. Now we have two pregnant women in my father's house. I accepted to work at the boutique this time around. Every morning after doing my house duties, I will proceed to the shop. There was no day that my step mother won't find fault with my work at the shop. It was either her money was missing or I disrespect her customers and a whole lot of issues. I decided to keep my calm and stay since I will get some money from her to add to what my supposed pregnancy owner will send. I was in the shop as usual one early morning when my step mother came. In about 30 minutes, she asked me to render account of what I sold for the past one week. I brought the sales book out and went through the calculations with her. Unfortunately for me, the balance was short of 50Ghc. This woman said I should provide the money instantly. Truth be told, I had no idea of where the GH¢ 50 is and how come the account couldn't balance. I didn't even make any sales on credit nor used her money for anything. This woman started calling me names; thief, witch, prostitute among others. Upon hearing her call me prostitute, I became very angry and said she was also a witch that was why she used her first child for money. It was more than me adding petrol to an already burning fire. It turned into a fight inside the boutique. A customer came around to help but I pushed her away and the fight continued. You know what, I didn't live a bad life on campus for nothing. I used to visit one of my guys who works at a gym behind our school so he made me lift some metals all in the name of making me strong. He thought me self defense and stuff so I was not a weak fellow at all. I used my skills and ended up pushing My step mother also unto the ground. She became unconscious immediately because I really pushed her hard. 😳 eh! What have I done again? Fortunately, the customer I pushed came with a car so quickly, we took her to the hospital. I called my dad and informed him about what was had happened. In no time, he arrived at the hospital. He joined us as we wait for the doctor to tell us about the condition of Maame Irene. Eventually, the doctor came out and said that she was ok but went through a lot of stress and so she needed enough rest. We were then allowed to go inside and see her. She told my dad that I pushed her. I couldn't deny it but I told my dad that it was a fight. My dad was angry with me for pushing his wife. He said I wanted to kill his wife and unborn child. He simply meant that I was a bad person. There was nothing I could say to defend myself. About two hours later she was discharged and we went home. Daddy was still angry with me when we got home and in his anger, he said I should look for my own house and rent because he can't be housing me in the same roof with his wife anymore. He gave me two weeks to get the hell out of the house. But how can my daddy sack me from his house because of maame Irene. I cried bitterly and felt sorry for myself. I lost the chance of having a roof over my head with my only family member and also the chance of going to the boutique to sell and make some additional money all in a day. Meanwhile I was in the 7th month of my pregnancy. I managed to rent a room not too far from my father's house. My dad paid the two years advance. I lived there with no friends or relatives coming to see me. When It's day time I will go and seat near a drinking spot close to my place so that I can interact with some one or two people and in the evening, I'll Facebook with my iPhone 6 and chat with some unknown friends. Some guys wanted me to be their lady because they saw my profile picture on Facebook and I am a real beauty. It's true, I'm sure my Facebook profile picture was 3 points above the beauty of the most beautiful girl you've ever seen. If you think I'm telling lies, ask Richard Cypher. The popular Facebook blogger . So, only some few guys of today won't fall for my charming looks. I never made them know I was pregnant so that was my source of entertainment. We'll talk about a lot of things including how they will arrange for me to come visit them. To my gentlemen, please be patient when asking someone out. Just like someone I know called Anani who was asking a pregnant lady out, you could be asking your great grandma out.😀
One day I went to sit at my usual place; the drinking spot when I suddenly felt some sharp pain in my abdomen. Before I could realize, some liquid started coming out from my private part. That was when I called for help. Some good Samaritans at the spot came to my aid and helped me to the hospital. I gave them my daddies number to call and inform him about my condition. Unfortunately, his line didn't go through so I made them to call my step mother. She told the caller that she was at her shop and there was no one around to take care of the shop in her absence so when she close in the evening she may come. Wow! That was interesting isn't it? I was not having my land ladies number so I asked one of the people who brought me to go and tell her about my situation so she can come to my aid. As soon as this woman heard the news, she left all that she was doing and rushed to see me. Aunty Felicia was a good person. She came to stay with me until I was put to bed around 7pm in the evening. Around 7:30, she went home to get me some food because I was weak. That was when my father arrived to the hospital. He said his phone was off and that was why we couldn't reach him earlier. My step mother didn't come with him. He was with me when I felt another sharp pain and shouted for help. My dad called the nurses and they came in. They asked daddy to wait outside and called in the doctor. They gave me some injection and told me that I was due delivery and I have to push hard to make the process easier. I started pushing and wanted to insult the man that got me pregnant but I didn't know who to mention. I was only insulting in my mind "who is this idiot that did this to me". In about 45 minutes time, I was delivered of a bouncing baby boy. My soul was filled with joy. Aunty Felicia came with the food and brought me some cloths to change. The woman was just caring. God will always put a helper at wherever you need one. Despite our sinful nature, His grace abounds. The doctor came and said it was late so I will be discharged first thing the following day. My daddy phoned Mr Harrison and informed him that I had given birth so he needs to come and settle the hospital bill. He sent some money that night but the issue was that because of the free maternal care policy I was just to pay for some facilities that were not part of the policy. My father requested that the baby's DNA be tested and that was done . I kept the result. In a week time, Mr Harrison came around to test his in comparison to the baby.

Did the test result indicate that the baby belongs to Mr Harrison? What happened next?

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