Sex with a Ghost 1&2

Every ounce in me wants to make him bleed for forcing himself on my baby and for binding her like a slave and punishing her in such manner. Carefully, I pulled away, went back down, grab the empty bottle of wine and headed back up.

My heart pounding like a bass drum, nerves stretched to the breaking point. My blood froze. Fingers shaking and a bale in my throat; I turned the handle and jerked the door open, went straight to them on the bed. Before Uncle Philip could react, from behind I smashed the empty bottle against the back of his skull. He stared up at me with surprise in his eyes and mind swirling; he brought his right hand to his head. In seconds, his hand was covered in blood.

"What have you…" he muttered in a trembling voice and fell like a puppet suddenly released of its strings. I watched, devoid of emotions as moments after he became motionless, barely breathing at all.

"Jesus! Please don't hurt me!" she cried with her face buried in a pink pillow, the words barely coming out her mouth. The nose of the broken bottle fell from my hand and landed heavily on the white tiles, breaking into bits. In a bit to free my baby, I went to the head of the bed and began untying her.

"It is alright. It is me, Alex!"

She kept weeping softly with frustration and fed me no response.

"Stop crying. That bastard got what he deserves".

"No… he did not"

"How you mean? He was raping you…right?"

"No…he wasn't. I wanted it that way, rough and hard" she challenged, growing ire present in her voice.

Stunned by her reply, I looked down at her and reap the blindfold from her face. Surprise registered on my face. Confusion ridiculed my mind and terror tore through my soul. On the bed, covered in tears and filled with rage was a young lady I haven't seen before. She was nothing like Philomena; she had a gap tooth and brown eyes.

"Who are you?" I asked in wonderment.

"Who are you?" she replied still sobbing.

Broken, torn apart, and numb with shock, I blinked rapidly trying to think. My head was in turmoil. Multiple questions ran through my head. "What have I done? What is happening to me? No, this has to be a dream; maybe I was still on the bus. I pinched a fold of skin on my left hand and the pain further proved I was wide awake and bewildered.

"Where is my Philomena? Where did she go? If she was not the one been raped, then I just broke the head of Uncle Philip for no reason".

"Oh God! What have I done? What do I do?" I lamented, scratching my head furiously in search of an idea. Any idea at all that will lead to some kind of escape.

"Please untie me" the naked stranger pleaded.

"No, I don't need to do anything for you. My aunt will come and find you here like this"

"Please!" she yelled her breasts vibrating as she screamed.

"I need to find my Philo and get as far as possible from here," I thought aloud and slowly walked over Uncle Philip who still lay lifeless in a pool of his own blood. Out of the room, my heart drumming in my chest with panic, I hurried to the gateman booth.

Khalid, who was washing his cloth outside of his booth, ran back inside in a hurry like a criminal chased by policemen when he saw me.

"Khalid!" I called out at the door.

"Sir, who is chasing you?" He asked from his small window.

"Did you see Philo?"

"Who is Philo?"

"Philomena! Do you know where she went?"

"Which Philomena?" he questioned me and sluggishly came out from the door. "I don't know any Philomena oh!"

Angered, I shouted, "What do you mean who is Philomena?"

Suddenly frightened, he stammered, "But I don't know any Philomena…"

"Uncle Philip's cousin that stays with us" I interrupted him.

"Philomena…" he raised his head while biting his finger, lost in thought. "I don't know any Philomena that is related to Sir Philip oh"

I have always thought Philomena was Uncle Philip's cousin because of the similarity of their names, and they were from the same village. I never got this information from anyone though, it was just my personal conclusion and I could be totally wrong.

"OK, which Philomena do you know?" I asked running out of patience.

"The Philomena I know died a long time ago…"

"How do you mean?

"Yes, long before your aunt and her husband moved into this house. She was the wife to the owner of this house…"

"What did you drink this afternoon?" I asked refusing to believe what Khalid was sharing. If she died a long time ago, then who have I been having sex with and moving around the house with? I questioned myself.

"I didn't drink anything oh. It is not even yet time for me to drink. I'm telling you the truth. I was their gateman too."

"What?" I exclaimed. "You are joking right?" terror began to rise on the inside of me.

"Where are you going?"

"To get you a picture of her, so you can see for yourself"

"Alright" I moaned my heart already pounding in my chest.

From outside, I heard him throwing things haphazardly, ransacking everywhere in search of the picture. With every object that hit the floor, my heart skipped a beat. I was filled to the brim with fear. Afraid he might come with a picture of my Philomena; which will further prove that I have been having a sexual relationship with the dead wife of someone.

"Yes! I have seen it" he shouted and in seconds he was in front of me presenting a picture of Philomena smiling in front of a cake stand right in the middle of a child's birthday party.