My Husband Turned Me To His Maid

Today I was discharged from the hospital after one week. The doctor said I fainted because of stress and I was on my period that's why I was bleeding. I smiled and thanked him keeping up the facade that I didn't know what really happened, pretending I didn't know the truth was harder than I thought.

I envisioned killing him more times than I could remember. More times than it was legal for someone to think of vomiting murder.

On getting home my daughter had lost so much weight. She was no longer plump as she used to be ,she was looking sad and sick. Seeing her change so much in less than a week brought  tears to my eyes and made me realize what I was doing was wrong. I was not only hurting myself, I was hurting her.

I needed to save us both. I needed to.

When she saw me getting down from the car her joy knew no bounds.

"Mum," she screamed hugging me. I hugged her back fighting the urge not to cry. Although I was really weak I carried her on my shoulders, raised her above my head, spun her around and dropped her down. "I've missed you mum,"

"I've missed you too my princess, baby boo, boo boo boo" I teased tugging at her cheeks. "Let me prepare something special for you. I announced heading towards kitchen.

"I'll help you mama," she Sang. I loved the way she said mama.

"No you ladies sit down and I'll Cook," Cletus announced from nowhere.

Oh Lord! I screamed in my mind not knowing what he was up to again.

I ignored him and carried my daughter upstairs. We played and talked and I recited my favourite poems to her the ones my mum use to sing for me when I was little. Ezinne loved them all so much she said they were her favourites now too. She clapped for me anytime I finished a poem.

I also thought her how to say the first two verses of psalm 121. The lord is my rotector.

"I look up to the mountains;

where will my help come from? My help will come from the LORD,

who made heaven and earth..." We kept on saying on and on and on.

It took her about thirty minutes to get it right but she later did.

After she successfully learnt the psalm I gave her three pieces of sweet then I put on her favorite show before leaving her to go take my bath.

When I was done taking my bath I put on a baggy shirt and joined my daughter in watching her show. Although it was a cartoon I still found myself to be quite intrigued by it. It made me laugh out loud at least.

It had been so long I spent some time like this with my daughter and I wanted to savour every moment of it. I just realised how short life was and how time was ticking so fast. I didn't want to die a lonely sad victim of my husband neither did I want to leave my daughter in the hands of another woman. I wanted to raise my daughter myself.

After about an hour Cletus came upstairs, singing that dinner was ready.

We grudgingly followed him downstairs while he walked behind us singing. He was humming his favourite song by Michael Jackson, I didn't know the name of the song but it went like this, "When I loved you I treated you bad.."

At the dinning Ezinne refused to look at him while she ate, she even refused to eat at first if not that I insisted that she did. I didn't eat much either. We were not a family anymore.

"I'm scared of daddy," Ezinne cried as I tucked her in bed. Her hands were shaking and she shivered with each touch. "Does he hurt you?" I asked, worried. He had better not have laid a single finger on my daughter as that, I could not take. "No." she answered, "But he hurts you. And when you are hurt I am too."