Sister Deborah. - Season 1 - Episode 21

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Sister Deborah. - Season 1 - Episode 21

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Apparently, two days had passed since the day of my miraculous release from prison. Within those two days, my friendship with Annabel had blossomed and bloomed to a whole new level. We developed the habit of texting and calling each other frequently, and visiting each other’s hostels from time to time. She was caring and considerate. She was jovial and everly gleeful.


Admittedly, it came to a point that I began to have real, genuine feelings for her. I wanted to erase the old, bitter memories of my life and start a new chapter with her from scratch. Undoubtedly, Deborah Etomi as I fondly called her, had been a huge part of my life despite our separation. She was my first true love with whom I had selflessly shared and given my all to. She was my sunshine in the day, and my moonlight during the night. She was my strong pillar in whom I found comfort and solace. Yet, despite all my sacrifice of unending love for her, Deborah Etomi stabbed me in the back ruthlessly. She tore me to shreds and imprinted a scar into the innermost depth of my heart and soul.
I had to move on, nevertheless.


Annabel on the contrary, had shown and displayed nothing but pure love and affection towards me. She had been there from the onset, but I was so blind and short-sighted to notice her presence. She never gave up on me, regardless of how many times I pushed her away. With Annabel, I could foresee a new chapter of my story unveiling all over again. I could forget the past memories and hurtful stigma that Deborah had scarred on me, hopefully, with Annabelʼs support.
On this fateful Tuesday, happened to be Annabelʼs birthday. She had informed me a day before the supposed day about her birthday and how she had planned on celebrating it with her friends, especially me. She intended on throwing a big party in favour of her 20th birthday. So, expectedly, preparations had to be made and scheduled properly for the event.


I returned home late at noon after a long day of lectures in school, bearing Annabel’s birthday in mind all through the day. Upon my first step into my hostelʼs room, the first figure my sight gazed upon shocked me beyond measures.

She was seated on a chair, dressed in a pink sleeveless top and a pink jean. Her hair had been cut in a low-cut pattern, making her look different, and pretty, too. She had crutches placed beside her on the chair where she was seated.

The moment I walked in, Timi, my roommate, stood up to his feet. Timi had no doubt brought her into our room, for he was the only one with her.


“Neche, my love.” Deborah said my name softly, almost in a whisper. She struggled to get on her feet to no avail, stretching her hands to her crutches. Timi leaped close to her and assisted her with her crutches while I stood there, petrified.


“Did you bring this w---e into our room, Timi?” I faced him angrily. Deborahʼs face turned sour at my words. She looked dazed and baffled. Timi, however, took some steps towards me until he had gotten so close to me that we were only inches apart.

He then muttered in a low, calm voice. “Don’t you have a heart? Don’t you have human feelings? How can you be so cold to her this way, even in her condition?”
I was speechless and utterly lost for words. Timi continued speaking; “I beg you to please, for Godʼs sake, hear her out for a moment. She yearns to speak with you. Act mature. Be a man!”

With that, Timi walked past me and went out of the room, leaving I and Deborah together, alone.

I glanced over at her as she did the same too, wearing a sour and unhappy facial expression. She looked undoubtedly sad. She was standing fairly upright with her crutches in both hands as we glared at each other in utter silence.

“So, what is it you want?” I broke the silence between us.

“A w---e?” Deborah spoke with a mild voice. “Is that what you take me for, Neche, my love?”

“What do you want, Deborah? Time is precious to me.” I stated bluntly.

“A w---e? Chinecherem, my love, you called me a w---e?” Her eyes became teary as her voice quaked.

“Yes, I did. I would say it a thousand times again if I need to.” I glared at her eyes directly. “Not only are you a w---e, but a shameless and worthless one at that.”
“Why?” Deborah managed to ask, despite the tears welling up in her eyes. “Why are you so cold to me all of a sudden? What have I ever done to you?”

“Oh, so you don’t know, right?” I raised my voice a bit. “You think all secrets remain hidden forever, do you? You thought you were smart and clever, but little did you know that this world is like a rolling stone that rotates and gives back bad to whoever does evil. Your secret is out in the open. Quit the pretence and spare me the innocent face already, miss reverend sister.” I mocked her with finality.
“What secret? What do you mean? I am lost here.” She inquired with a confused facial expression, acting unaware of what I meant.
“Are you still pretending, Deborah?” I was getting furious. “On the night you told me you were going for a church programme, where exactly were you on that fateful night, Deborah?”


“I was on my way to church until,” She paused.

“Until what?” I urged her on, angrily.
“Until that unfateful incident that cost me my legs today. I was abducted by two guys on my way who drove me to an uncompleted building where they forced me to drink something from the content of a black bottle, after which they injected me on my neck. I was drugged and raped and that was all I could remember until I found myself by the campus field where they dumped my body afterwards. What makes you think I would tell a lie as costly as this?” Deborahʼs eyes had welled up with tears by the time she finalized her words.

“A pathetic liar — that is what you are. Stupid, worthless w---e.” I dipped my hands into my pockets and took out my phone. With a few clicks on the screen, I played the video sex-tape which featured Deborah and her supposed ‘abductors’ as she claimed.

“Can you see this?” I flashed the screen to her face. “See how you m0aned with pleasure and satisfaction all through the video. Or do you want to claim you still aren’t the one in this video? You pathetic liar!” I was hurting inside of me as I spoke, but my rage fuelled me with more anger and ferocity.


Deborahʼs face had turned pale and sour. The look on her features showed surprise and evident confusion.

“You know what? Get out of here, before I lose my temper and do something Iʼd live to regret.”

“Who sent you this video?” She broke down in tears. “Itʼs a fake video! I can swear on my life that it is fake!”


“Are you mad? I said leave, now!” I repeated, more angrily.
“Neche listen to me, I was blackmailed! I don’t know who is behind this but please,” She was pleading amidst tears when all of a sudden, her legs became wobbly and she lost balance and fell to the ground. Deborah screamed out in pain from the impact at which her head b@nged on the floor.


Almost immediately, Timi rushed inside accompanied by Fabian, Deborah’s family driver. I had no idea that they had been outside all along until they came rushing in. Deborahʼs head continued oozing tiny drops of blood as she screamed louder. Timi and Fabian assisted her to stand on her feet and then they led her to the bed where she sat.
Without saying a word, I walked out of the room, still angry. My mood had been ruined and I needed something to clear my head. I needed someone to talk to. Annabel seemed to fit in to my only option at that moment in time.