One Cut Too Deep

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Dear Reader,

ONE CUT, TOO DEEP is a phrase brought by an ill situation I had and has since been causing an emotional trauma. 😔😔😔 And the story of Maria Jones in this right up is a friction and not to be taken serious.

Maria hated the fact that she always had the incident. She had been in Paris for a month and some days now, she left Nigeria to exercise the painful memories from her mind. She had had them on her mind for roughly a year now.

A year ago, Maria Jones took her backpack and got set for leaving for school, she walked to the mirror and stared at her dispirited face. She was disparaged by her look, she never looked any better. Walking into the living room, she met her dad. Maria faked a smile and readjusted her bag. "I'm set for school" she managed to say.

Maria's father Mr. Ola Jones cleared his throat loudly, he stood up and walked towards her. He held her jaw and tried to raise her head, Maria held her head still; "What's wrong" he said in his thick, unclear baritone voice. "smile my girl".he muttered.

Maria shrugged she knew what she was up against and raised her head reluctantly. He smiled devilish. Maria wanted to run, she needed to leave urgently but he pulled her by the waist 'It is too early to start this' she thought. "I have to leave now" she said out of displeasure. She took his hands off her waist and gently took a step away and another step then the next and other.

Mr Ola Jones watched her leave grinning with unsatisfied smile. The rate at which Maria's heart beats at the moment had drastically changed to a higher one.

Surprisingly, he turned away and retired back to his chair. Maria saw the opportunity as a chance to run. She hurried to the door and turned the door knob only to realize the door has been locked. Without doubt Maria knew her exit was not guaranteed as he door had been bolted. Maria without much thought went on her knees and put her both palms together pleading. "I'm very sorry sir", she voice wavered with fear. She rubbed her palm vigorously, that wasn't the first time he would do such.

Her dad laughed, rapidly at first then it turned hysterically. She suddenly started crying, he stood up and smiled, his grin as wide as his cruel personality.

"I thought you wanted to run...to school" he chuckled. "Why have you stopped?" he abruptly ended chuckling and turned it into a laughter. "You dare to make my hands off the place I have placed them" he roared in relatively high tone. Each word he said increased Maria's heartbeat by two.

To be continued in my next article... Thanks for reading

©EhmDee ('22)