PAINKILLER

I just got my release papers after spending seven years in prison. You might all be wondering why I got in prison. It's that simple. I killed a man for raping me. Now, most people and the court didn't see what I did as self defence because that man was my husband. They thought me cruel and heartless to murder a man who I was supposed to love. I don't blame them because they were actually right but they did not know the full story behind my charade of a marriage. I only blame my parents for selling me off and getting me married against my will. I had just turned eighteen and I wanted to enjoy my adulthood but they ruined my plans. They got me married and I spent the other years in prison. 

I was the only child of my parents and things were not so good for us. I was willing to not go to school in order to help them hustle and provide. But they thought marrying me off would solve our financial needs. I begged and pleaded but they wouldn't listen. And after three months of marriage, I turned a murderer. 

I was willing to leave all that in the past now and start anew. But I couldn't help but wonder if my past was willing to leave me and let me start anew. One way or the other, I knew, that my past was gonna come haunt me. And I don't know if I was prepared or not yet. 

"Victoria Williams?" a female police officer asked me when I got to the counter. 

"Yes ma'am," I replied and nodded. 

I watched her fill out a book and let me sign. She gave me some new clothes and a wallet. Another police officer unlocked my handcuffs and showed me a room to change in. 

I changed quickly and observed myself in a mirror. I had changed a whole lot. All my fat was gone and was replaced by thin skin,  jutting bones and sunken eyes. The new clothes made me presentable to the world I was going to meet and that was satisfactory. I walked out the changing room to the waiting room to be greeted by a small girl who ran and hugged me. 

"Mummy," she said.

Dread coiled in my belly as I watched Rae, her eyes had taken on a suspicious look now and it scared me so much.  


"You mentioned his name… Adrian Bardot." She said, the frown on her forehead deepening even further.


Bile rose in my throat and my palms became extra sweaty.


How could I have been so stupid? What did I think I was doing being sos stupid? What could I do?! I had been trying to hard to help her out of her dark place that I had not thought of all the gibberish that left my lips while I tired to make her happy again.


Now what would I say? How would I say it?


I highly doubted she would take the news well if I suddenly said. "Huh, so you see, the thing is… I  am not Adrian, never, I would always be your Arlan but somehow it just turns out that I do not just have the face of your nemesis, we share a whole lot of other things as well. Do not freak out, but he is my brother."


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