by YEWANDE FASEUN
Kike huddled up in one corner of her room shivering, not believing what just happened. She refused to process it in her mind, because it would become real. She had always believed she was safe from predators like him. She had always believed she had nothing to worry about. But now she knew she was not.
The one person she thought she could count on, the one person she thought she could tell all her secrets and they would be safe, was the same one who just violated her in her own room. She had noticed him looking at her funny ever since she turned fifteen. He was impatient with her and she thought she had done something wrong. She noticed he stared at her when he thought she was not looking and quickly looked away when she turned her head. They were like strangers now, instead of best friends. The others had asked what she had done to offend him, but she did not have an answer because she was at a loss herself.
He had called in sick at work. Kike was on mid-term break. He had come into her room, asking to talk. He started touching her. She protested, he held her down on the bed and covered her mouth and forcefully tore her clothes. He forced himself into her and violated her. When he finished, he started crying asking her to forgive him. Begging her to forgive him. He walked to her bathroom to get a face towel soaked in water and came back to help clean her up. She jumped up and ran to the corner and sat there. The devil had gotten into him, he said. She watched him walk out of her room with his head bowed in shame.
Who would she tell, who would believe her, that her best friend, her confidant, her own biological father had just raped her.