BORN WITHOUT AN IDENTITY [THE TRUE LIFE STORY OF AN ORPHAN] (CONTD.) : EPISODE 2.

Husband Material is here with the Episode 2 of what we started last week. Itz getting more and more interesting. I never knew things like what H.M is about to reveal here happen for real.

If you missed Episode 1, Click HERE to read.

Enjoy the Episode 2:

We barely had time for ourselves, we all knew that they were ripping us off but no one to complain to. The large donations from churches and other corporate organizations, our meal was that compared to the food of a prisoner, if you complain just know that you will be punished and would wash the toilet for weeks.

The owner of our orphanage home is a renowned Pastor, Pastor Jackson {real names witheld} was a man of God but we at the orphanage are the ones that can tell of his true color.

On a particular Thursday after the usual head count, I noticed the way Pastor Jackson was all over Favour, a tall fair girl who should be sixteen as that time, he told her to carry his large bible to the office after he finished advising us and he went straight to his office. My mind wasn't settled, I got curious and decided to sneak out, though the matron had instructed everybody not to leave the hostel after lights out, so I peered through the dark and went directly towards the office of the pastor, the light in the office was lower so well that you could barely see anything, so I peeped from the window only to see Favour struggling in the arms of Pastor Jackson, she was pleading while the Pastor placed her on the table and was having canal knowledge of her. She cried and scream and he slapped her saying:
PASTOR JACKSON: Your very stupid, you can't show a little gratitude for all I have been doing for you people here
FAVOUR: Papa please, please have mercy and leave me

She held and screamed as her voice was vibrating through the hall but no one dared to know what was going on. This is a trend that has come to stay, every Thursday was quiet scary for all the females, nobody know who would picked next to come satisfy his sexual urge. That night I watched Favour crawl out of his office, drenched in her own blood, she was disvirgined that night and nobody cared to help her. I sneaked again through the dark to the hall way and helped her up and held her hands to the female hostel door before I ran back to my room but with a strong conviction that I  would revenge this particular act.

Another Thursday came faster than I anticipated and Pastor Jackson was at the home again, smiling and greeting everyone, after the head count, he pointed Favour and Patience. Favour began  to cry immediately he pointed her and then Patience followed suit, but the matron and other workers just directed the rest of us to go to our hostel and I could not because my heart was resolved to stop this heinous crime. I walked to the toilet and waited until everybody was neatly tucked in their bed, then I sneaked out to the back of Pastor Jackson's office to get a clear view of what was going on through his window. I saw as he made Favour watch him have his ways with patience, smiling and struggling to give patience a kiss as she pushed his face away.

That was when this ocean of anger engulfed my soul and  I ran straight towards his door, passing through the hall way, I saw the large crates of soft drink that was stacked there. I grabbed one empty bottle and headed for the office of the pastor. I marched to the door with all the strength I could muster and it flung wide open. Pastor Jackson turned to see who was doing that, his eyes covered with lust, he looked at me and shouted angrily at me:
PASTOR JACKSON: What are you doing here? This stupid boy! I have heard about all your troubles.

He walked towards me with his private part dangling from his boxers and gave me a hot resounding slap and I made to hit him with the bottle and Favour rushed fast and grabbed my hand. He ran to the other end of his office and brought out a thick long koboko, then walked towards me and then began to whip me. I began shouting loud for help, the whole workers and my fellow orphans gathered by the door of his office.

I was brought to the hall way, with the bottle still in my hand and Pastor Jackson flogging me. Favour and Patience were left in the office so that his secret which was no secret to us all would be made official, that was when he began to make lengthy speech, my head was spinning round, all I could hear was:

PASTOR JACKSON: He will wash toilet for one month and.........

Then the excruciating pain from his koboko met my skin and I acted on impulse, clenched my hands tight on the bottle as I stood up and laced it so hard on his head, blood gushed out from his shirt and the crowd burst into an uproar.

...to be continued

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