TRAPPED: Part 2

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If you've already seen the first installment, LET'S GO !!

How does it feel to be stuck and know there's no way out?

To be in a situation that makes you wish you can turn back the hands of time?

Now let me explain how messed up the situation is:

I was naked, TRAPPED with nothing but my underwear in the palm of my hand.

And in all places to be, it was the room of my babe's mother which is going to be the mom's next destination.

I couldn't step out because I could be seen.

My clothes were left in the parlour and I don't know where exactly they were placed.

My phone was on flight mode which means no one could call or reach out to me.

And I was so scared that my cover would be blown if her mom was to take a good glance at the parlour and see my items.

To make matters worse, the mother didn't come back alone.

She returned with their maid and a visitor as they went out shopping for groceries.

I stood by the door of her room so I could peep, eavesdrop and know what was happening.

Her mom was already scolding my babe on why the entire house was messed up.

Then she told the maid to pack the clothes on the floor and take them to the washing machine.

The clothes that she just reffered to were mine and certain belongings were in my pocket.

These included my transport fare, ATM card and airpods.

If she tosses those clothes into the machine, then I won't even have what to wear and leave this house and my belongings will be damaged.

I was sweating and panting as my heart raced.

I ran out of ideas and was thinking if it was too late to surrender.

But I thought of the events that would play out if I was eventually caught.

My relationship could end - Her mother would scold Daniella and then inform her father - Daniella will be punished and not allowed to see friends at all - I could be paraded naked.

I would be a laughing stock if my guys found out I was caught pants down in a girls parent house.

And I could be arrested if the mom goes full time paranoid.

My final plan was to leave the mother's room and head towards Daniella's room.

Then I can think of escaping this scenario.

As I was about to put my plan to action, I heard her mom begin to walk up the stairs which indicates she's heading to her room.

Which was where I'm currently hiding.

I began to panic and couldn't think straight.

I had to find where to hide inside her room.

I cannot be caught unfresh.

Under the bed wouldn't work because if I attempted to lift the bed, I would die or be caught trying.

The cradle of the bed was extremely heavy as it was a family size bed.

Behind the curtains wouldn't work either.

My eyes scanned through the room and I saw a huge wardrobe with boxes on top of it.

So I quicky climbed the wardrobe and accidentally knocked down one of the boxes.

Immediately I got on top, the mother came into the room and noticed the box with immediate effect.

And then called and asked her daughter, "Why is my box on the floor?" 

"I told you to always place things well after you use them"

Then the mother began to rant about her carelessness.

You know the usual from Nigerian mothers.

But Daniella was in utter shock as she found out that the box on the floor didn't get there by itself.

She knew that I got into the wrong room and then she saw me wrapped like a blanket, shaking and sweating on top of the wardrobe.

She was speechless and went into a trance.

At this moment she knew she got into the biggest trouble of her life.

She couldn't reply her mother, and her mother noticed Daniella was uneasy and asked her what's wrong.

But Daniella played it off and said she's doing great.

One thing about Nigerian mothers is that they have this supernatural instinct to know when something's wrong.

No matter how good you try to hide it.

So she told her daughter to sit on the bed, that she will not go out unless she says what's bothering her.

Daniella still remained mute.

The mother replied, "I'm in a rush now, when I come back you will say everything, forget all this your shakara".

She continued, "I know something is disturbing my baby, what should I get for you?"

Normal Daniella would reply maybe ice cream, new clothes or stuff like that.

But she was too busy stalling the mother so she could leave and I would be free.

It began to work.

Her mother took her handbag and walked to her cabinet to take out some money.

Which was why she came into the room in the first place.

She bid her daughter goodbye and said she'll be back before 10pm.

That was enough time for me to get my shit together, engage in some extra nice rounds and then escape.

So I thought.

I forgot one major thing.

The wardrobe I was situated on was wooden and was gradually creaking because of my body weight.

It was making these cracking sounds and with each sound, the wood was breaking bit by bit.

If I attempted to move, it simply broke the more.

So I remained still and prayed to God to enable me break free from this situation.

I promised to pay my tithes, be a diligent Christian and leave women till I'm married.

I made a lot of promises while I was stuck up there.

It was uncomfortable, hot and I had the urge to sneeze and cough but I resisted.

Because in the next ten minutes, her mother would be gone.

Her mother took the money from the drawer, hugged Daniella and began to head towards the door.

Then, it happened.

At this point, Hell was let loose.

The wardrobe lost it's strength and I fell to the ground causing a loud thud.

Her mother fell out of shock and began to scream, "The Blood of Jesus!!" severally.

I told her to calm down but she was too troubled to even listen.

It is quite disturbing to witness a partially naked stranger falling out of nowhere in her room.

Her screams alerted the gateman, the maid, the visitor and other neighbours if I'm right.

The gateman rushed in as though he was about to kill someone.

I was bruised from the fall and was bleeding from my elbows and knees.

It was late and heading towards evening.

I was meant to be back home by now or my absence would be noticed.

But I was in a huge mess already.

I was here trying to convince Daniella's mother that I wasn't a thief.

The gateman came to the room and saw me there half-naked.

I told him to explain to his boss that I was a visitor.

Daniella got on her knees and began to beg the mother to forgive her.

She explained that we have been seeing each other.

Her mother was so pissed.

She looked at me with disgust as her thoughts wandered to why I wasn't dressed in the first place.

She then screamed, "Before I close and open my eyes, get out of here before I call the police !!"

Out of fear, I zoomed out of the room and down the stairs.

I grabbed my phone and then I noticed my clothes were taken away by the maid.

So I asked the maid for the clothes that she must have packed from the parlour.

The visitor that returned with Daniella's mother was stunned and couldn't say a single word.

She just kept a constant stare at my every move.

As I was trying to coordinate myself, I heard her mother saying out loud to Daniella.

"So this is the third person you've brought in this week?"

"Why can't you close this your legs and leave men alone?" 

"Do you want to die a prostitute"

"Was this how I met your father and got you?"

Her mother kept on saying more and more.

At this moment, I knew I was not the only one in Daniella's life.

She had other men in which she was entangled with.

Her mother was screaming at both her daughter and then at the gateman for letting me inside the compound in the first place.

She even went as far as threatening to sack the gateman for allowing different men to see her daughter on countless occasions.

So even the gateman was an accomplice; despite all the tips I usually give him.

He never said that I was in a competition fighting for one girl.

This wasn't the time to be sad.

I needed to buckle up and move before her mother notices my presence downstairs.

The maid brought my trousers, which had my belt, ATM card and airpods.

I asked her for my shirt, tie and singlet.

And she replied that she tossed them into the washing machine.

Ahh, I was beyond fucked up then.

This means that I won't have what to wear and leave this place.

I was perplexed on why my problems kept on escalating.

I can't leave with only trousers.

Everyone would think I'm insane.

I can't return home shirtless because I told them I went to teach as usual.

As I was contemplating, Daniella's mother came rushing down the stairs.

And judging from her speed, I knew she was going to hit me or something like that.

I was right.

She took off one of her slippers and sent it flying across the parlour towards my direction.

I dodged it and it was the final warning that I had to leave.

She told the gateman to throw me out whether I was dressed or not.

I was sent out.

Shirtless, dusty, bleeding from my knees.

And totally unkept.

She kept on shouting from inside her gate and it attracted by-standers to begin to come out and behold what was going on.

It was around 5:30pm.

And I was beyond fucked up.

It was time to head home.

Little did I know that other events had unfolded due to my absence.

The Principal from my school decided to visit with rice and juice since I said I wasn't feeling fine.

They tried to call my line many times and it wasn't going through so they decided to just visit at once.

My parents on the other hand had been calling my line and began to wonder why I wasn't back from work.

So my parents met my Principal with food at their door saying that I was sick and my parents responded that I left for work since 6:30am.

Now, there was confusion and this could only be resolved by a phone call.

They tried my lines countlessly, all to no avail.

At this point, they believed I was attacked or something must have happened.

Unfortunately I told no one about my ordeal, so even my male friends had no idea about my whereabouts.

Immediately, I switched my phone from flight mode, tons of text messages began to flood in.

I knew if I switched on my data, it would only get worse.

I was scrolling through them and one of them caught my attention.

It was from my main guy, Simon.

He told me that my parents have been searching for me.

He further explained that I should reach out to them before they file a missing person report at the nearest police station.

I had to strategize once again.

I quicky visited a close friend that lived close to my school, University of Uyo.

His name is Gregory.

Anytime I was in any huge mess, Greg always had a way of pulling me out just in time.

I explained my ordeal and he told me what had to be done.

Before I tell you the plan, I had to call my parents before their already high blood pressure will kill them.

I changed my voice to seem like I just got attacked or even worse.

I told them I narrowly escaped death as I was attacked when I left for work.

I told them that I went to teach and on my way back, I was attacked by hoodlums and they took my phone.

So I was trying to track my phone.

I continued the lie that I would have been dead but I'm safe now.

Unknown to me, I didn't know my Head Principal was already at home and told them that I didn't turn up.

I was caught already.

Now to my plan.

I took some black polish and my friend carefully painted some parts of my face to look like I got beaten.

I tore my trousers.

Then we used foundation and other stuff applied during makeup.

I had the perfect look.

The look of narrowly escaping death.

Then I headed home.

I was speechless when I saw my Head Principal and other teachers all seated and my parents were standing up.

There was a huge moment of silence.

There was no need for me to lie any further.

And I couldn't tell the truth either.

That would just be worse.

I had to bend the truth with a lie.

And my mind quickly calculated it.

So I began to plead for forgiveness and told them that I was actually attacked but I went to see a male friend.

They all asked me where I went and I said I went to see Gregory.

My mom asked for his number and called him with her phone. 

I wasn't scared because Greg has been lying from birth.

And without any planning, Greg knew the exact lie to give out.

It perfectly matched my story and I was believed.

But there was no peace.

I was sanctioned at work.

And I wasn't given food that night at home.

Everyone was mad at my disappearance.

But I was happy as I narrowly escaped being trapped inside my babe mother's room.

Daniella called me throughout the night but I refused to pick her calls.

She was cheating on me and expected me to forgive her.

I can't bother my mental health right now.

I needed to sleep and prepare for my miserable job the next day.

Friday came through and it was a wreck.

I was the talk of the town in my place of work.

All the teachers gossiping on how I messed work and was caught.

The Head Principal seized any opportunity for me to stay back from work.

If I should stay back, it will be the end of me working there.

I channeled my anger towards the innocent kids I was teaching.

A lot happened and it was hard to process it.

I couldn't even teach properly.

I gave the kids classwork and sat behind my desk to take a deep breath.

Then my phone's screen lit up indicating I just got a text message.

I opened it because it was from a strange number.

It read:

It was from Daniella's mother.

I was in doubt if truly this woman was flirting with me.

So I placed a call to the unknown number and my babe's mother answered.

She began to tease me and told me how she was staring at my body while she chased me out.

She apologized and asked for my details.

Within minutes, I received an alert and I knew she wasn't playing.

I guess I got promoted.

From daughter to mother.

There's always space for another adventure.

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