HER BABY'S SECRET

Keeping Space 😪

HER BABY'S 🤰 SECRET 👼
🍓 SERIE EIGHT 🍓

              Arike's POV

"Wait...Arike.." he grabbed my elbow before I reached for the door. I looked down at his hold on me.

"Bamidele.." I placed my hand on his. "You don't have to open up to me if you don't want to." I said but hoping he would just tell me everything.

He shook his head. "I will tell you everything. Please stay with me." His eyes pleaded with me.

"Okay..okay..let's seat down." I said.

He motioned towards the couch to sit down.

Bamidele heaved a sigh as he started off. "My parents died in a plane when I was 12."

"Oh..I am sorry about that..." I mumbled.

He nodded in acknowledgement. "They were out for a vacation out of the country."

"You survived the crash?" I asked without thinking. What a silly question!

Of course! Bamidele wouldn't have survived a plane crash without sustaining a permanent injury.

"No, I wasn't with them. My dad sent me off to his younger brother's home at Abuja. No one knew that they would never return home." He closed his eyes for some seconds.

"We travelled back to Lagos for their burial. And after that my uncle took over my father's company and decided to raise me too. It was just the two of us, my uncle was so young...and I didn't know he was gay until I turned 15."

"You never suspected him?" I asked.

He looked at me. "Well..let's say I noticed some things about him that was strange but it didn't occur to me that he could be gay."

"Like what?"

"Despite the fact that we had several rooms in our home, my uncle never allowed me sleep alone. I always wake up to him cuddling me. And he always insist on bathing me even at 14."

My eyes widened a bit. "I became uncomfortable around him when he toyed with my di*k while I was taking a shower."

Bamidele shut his eyes tight again. "And that was how it all started. He made me believe that loving a woman was a waste of time. He said that it was better to be with another man who understands how it feels to be a man."

My jaw dropped in shock. "What's sort of theory is that?!"

"That was his own belief. I was so little and naive that I believed everything he said to me even though I knew it wasn't right to love a man. At the same time I couldn't fight it. It became so hard for me to know what's right or wrong." He rubbed his temples.

Pity stirred within me for him. "He made me do all sort of things with him until I couldn't control my feelings anymore. I..I..." He paused and sighed. "I fell in love with my uncle." He said soberly.

"I found it really hard to love a girl, everytime I was drawn to a man. I hated the girls in my school because of the stories my uncle told me about the women who broke his heart."

"Why didn't you talk to someone?" I asked.

Bamidele looked at me. "There was no one I could talk to..." He paused.

"Maybe at some point...I didn't...want to speak up... because I love..my uncle. Basically, I enjoyed being with him." This time he didn't even try to meet my gaze.

"So you just let him -"

He interrupted me. "And it continued like that till I gained admission. I already had many gay friends,home and abroad. So it wasn't really hard connecting with the gays at the University."