“Get the straps babe, and don’t forget to include the gel, we will need it….ride.”
That was Becky’s text to Joseph. She had become his favorite destruction.He could not explain what exactly he felt was fascinating about her. She was nowhere close to half as beautiful as his wife, and neither was she in shape and well toned like his wife Rebeccah was. Not to mention her blonde state of mind, ever slow to understand. But probably it was the way she made her grind moves on his surf board, rough. Her primitive moves with her mouth on his weapon with her eyes wide open staring at him as if demanding a reaction. Her uncoordinated moves with her hands on his sweaty body…none of that could make sense to an outsider. These were reasons as to why he would sneak into Becky’s room.
Rebeccah was with child, all her pregnancies always weighed heavily on her and she could not do much around the house. Getting to work was a real struggle for her and she was contemplating quitting her job this time until her baby was born and was big enough. To her shock, her husband did not agree with the idea…
“You want to quit your job and wait for me to provide everything for you. You got yourself pregnant this time so you have to work for it. I already have enough responsibilities and as long as you have your two legs, two hands, and your brains, get yourself busy with work.”
That was Joseph’s response and that was why she was still at work despite her condition. She did not want to argue with him, she already had enough scars on her body from his beating. She lost her pregnancy some years back when Joseph pushed her and she rolled down the staircases which resulted to a miscarriage. The fight was as a result of her questioning him on why he had gone home with a feminine scent all over his body and had no tie with him yet he had left the house with one. She did not want a repeat of events so she went blind on everything absurd that he did every time she was expectant.
Becky; She hasn’t left the house yet it seems like she is going to be here all day. Maybe a change of plan…Tonight?
Joseph; What’s her excuse?
Becky; She looks a little pale.. the old woman looks like she’s going to collapse any moment…
Joseph; Nkt! She will not perform and now she is preventing me from sneaking in for our moment….
Becky; (Laughing sarcastically)… how did you even manage to shoot that baby in there? No one can do it for you like Becky does, I can already see myself rubbing that wood…my twins are already yelling…
Joseph; you sure know how to get my head up, see you tonight… I will figure a plan…perhaps pick a fight like I always do. Then sneak into your rooms when she leaves for bed angry… Who wants to share a bed with an angry and boring woman…
Who is Becky? She is Joseph’s and Rebeccah’s house-help.
That fateful night, Joseph went home drunk and picked a fight with his wife Rebeccah over unfed dogs. Their son Ethan and daughter Belinda were resting with Rebeccah after their evening meal slightly before prime time news, Becky was busy clearing up the dining room. That’s the time Joseph got home and executed his plan.
Belinda and Ethan left for their rooms while Becky was watching the quarrel between the two, she had expected it. Rebeccah was hurt and left for her room, she could not take in the humiliation. She knew it was wise of her to leave the argument and go to bed and not wait for him…she had always suspected of the affair, but she was not strong enough to question. She did not want to loose her unborn baby, she could not walk out of the marriage, her job was not sustainable enough. She could not guarantee her children a future if she walked out, she had to take in the beating almost every night, her body had become his punching bag. She had thought of getting herself a T shirt printed “Punching Bag” and wear it every night. For the sake of her children, she held on to the bitter life.
Their firstborn son George was in college, he opted for hostel accommodation despite the campus being a few kilometers away after he caught his father with Becky on a day he had decided to go back home from school earlier than usual. He did not mention it to his mother because he did not want to break her heart. He had always known how much she had suffered in the marriage, the beating she received and the insults. He had always wondered why his mother stayed, but had never gathered the courage to ask.
Ethan, the second born, disturbed by everything that had happened that night, the night of the planned attack, decided to visit George early the following morning, his thoughts were scattered when he was crossing the road towards the bus station. Unfortunately, he met his untimely death.
She was in primary school, had always witnessed her father’s violent behavior. More than anyone else, she had seen her mother cry, she always wiped her tears, hugged her and comforted her with “It will be okay mum…you have me, Ethan, George, and the little baby in your tummy.” That would however make Rebbecah want to cry more but she had to act strong. Nobody apart from her mother,and father knew where the mark on Belinda’s thigh had come from. Belinda had always believed that it was birth mark, but it was a burn from a hot iron box that fell on her when she was a toddler. She had crawled into the scene when Joseph and Rebeccah were fighting one morning and accidentally the iron box that had been left unattended fell on the little Belinda.
It was after the loss of Ethan that Rebeccah felt that she had had enough. She had no idea where she was going to start, but she just left. Belinda and George had always hoped for the moment their mother wold break free, she had grown too blue. They had feared for her health. They had seen her take BP pills everyday even though she lied to them that the pills were supplements for the pregnancy. They had all hoped for the moment they would all walk out and start afresh. It was a new dawn for them. As for Joseph, nobody cared, apparently Becky left also, he had his due to pay…
#DomesticViolenceAwareness: Notice the consequences on both the direct and indirect victims.