OMONIKE

Chapter one

Chapter one

"Nike! Nike! " I could hear my name from a distance but I felt obliged not to look back as i walked hurriedly out of the lecture hall; I hated my school and my course mates, especially the
guys, they always looked for reasons to touch me or talk to me. But the body contact frenzy
had reduced; only the daring ones tried it and as always I gave them what they asked for, a slap. I knew by the sound of the voice that Akin was the one screaming my name across the hall; my crush and it's safe to say that I was

among the over 50 girls in the department that was into Akin "Nike! " he kept on screaming

and as embarrassing as it can be I like it, that way those 49 or more other crushes would realize that he was into me too.

I felt him grab my shoulder "You forgot to take....." before the words came out of his mouth, I hit him; I could see the shock on his face or anger, I was scared; scared about losing
my only friend and scared that he might hit me back. We just stood staring at each other, his shock or fear had formed into a frown, I was more embarrassed than I felt when he was shouting my name. Olu , Akins best friend pulled him away "Akin, let's go, this chic isn't worth it" it seemed to help him out of his trance, I heard him bark something at me but I was too far away to hear, that moment as I ran, I knew I had added "freak" to the list of spiteful nicknames I got in school, all I really wish was time should go back a little bit so I could stop myself from acting so reckless, I could feel tears trickle down my cheeks, regrets echoing their views in my head, I should have just let him talk my mind said, he was my only real friend in the entire University and I think I just lost him to my cautiousness; I knew it was dumb blaming myself, yes I was

wrong to hit him but such actions come with the trauma I was going through.

At home I felt more and more miserable, I always prided myself on how comfortable my

apartment was, though that opinion was self initiated since I've not had many visitors, the white paint and blue flowered prints on the wall, my king sized bed; this room was my escape from the world, a world I have come to realize how much it loves to treat you bad, I strode lazily to the curtains; very thick curtains

,they cost me a fortune but I got the value for my money and it was serving me well, I loved my room dark and no matter how sunny it is, I could take all the light away by drawing my curtains. I laid on my bed and cried, I wasn't

crying about slapping Akin, or because the entire class said bad things about me. I was crying because things would probably be different if I wasn't raped, raped by my cousin.