Prisca Wright was just eight years old when the event that would change her view of life happened, leaving an indelible mark in her heart. One night, while playing with one of the dolls that came along with the doll house her parents got her for her eighth birthday, she heard the loud noise of their door being banged at furiously and some very deep guttural voices demanding that the door be opened if the occupants didn‘t want to regret their decision not to open the door
. Peeping through the window of the doll house, she saw her parents and only brother, John, huddled together in fear but with her dad trying really hard to gain control of the situation; unfortunately, so afraid were they that they forgot she wasn‘t with them.
The people at the other end kept hitting at the heavy wooden door, telling them to say their last prayers as they were prepared to send every soul in the house to the great beyond if the occupants still refused to open the door. John and his mum turned to his dad, urging him to open the door and spare them the agony of what may befall them should the hoodlums succeed in gaining entrance into the house.
Knowing the hoodlums could be dastardly, Mr. Wright proceeded to shield his family and began looking to see if there was another possible way they could escape from the house. Just as he was thinking about what to do, the hoodlums opened fire on the door and shattered it into pieces, gaining entrance easily into the house. The five-man gang ran after the three of them, got hold of them and dragged them to the sitting room. They didn‘t bother to ask or check if there were other people in the house but immediately settled down to the business of the day. They asked Mr. Wright to lead them to where their valuables were, and after they were satisfied there was nothing else to dispossess them of, they took turns to rape Mrs. Wright while her husband and son were forced to watch. She was eventually shot dead by the leader of the gang. Mr. Wright and his son were not spared either, as they were also shot at point blank range in their heads by the leader of the gang. They left afterwards.
Meanwhile, little Prisca remained silent in little doll house as she took in the sights and sounds. She was afraid to step out of the doll house for fear that the hooligans might still be lurking around, waiting to pounce on her.
Hours passed and she remained in there as alert as she could. She couldn‘t cry, even as the scenes of the incident flashed through her mind. The sounds of the guns reverberated in her ears, while the laughter of the hooligans as they gang raped her mum refused to die down. That incident marked a turning point in her life: she was never a child again; the word ‘revenge‘ was etched in her heart with anger.
Help came to her the second day and, as she was being led out of the place she had known as home all her life, she wept profusely. She also saw her family being taken to the morgue. Many years after and now in her late 30s, Prisca became a hardened but successful businesswoman as a result of the gory incidence and the images of the violence. Every day, the faces of the hooligans got clearer, the sounds of the gun got louder and she resented men the more. She allowed no man near her.
She worked hard to forget what happened, to erase the misery she suffered and was still suffering until she met and fell in love with Desmond, a handsome hunk who was also in her own line of business. Desmond changed everything about her: he loved her dearly and she also loved him so much she was afraid to lose him. He made her feel she wasn‘t alone in this ruthless world and, before long, he asked her to marry him. She said yes without hesitation and soon after, they planned a visit to his parents for a formal introduction.
As she walked into her future parents-in-laws‘ home, she was shocked at what she saw. The nightmare of the past came back in full force, the memories of the incident reverberated through her mind. She had always nursed revenge in her heart for those who sent her family to a gruesome and untimely grave and now, she was face-to-face with the gang leader. Even though he was almost unrecognizable, what with his graying temple and wide midriff, he was, no doubt, unmistakably the same person. The demon turned out to be the father of her future husband, Desmond, the man who taught her how to love again.
Now she is in a fix. She doesn‘t know whether to avenge her family‘s death or to continue to love Desmond and marry into his family.
Source:punchng.com
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