2yrs ago
I was meeting up with Kay and he was late and his phone was off, I was becoming impatient and decided to leave. I decided to use the back door as it was a short cut to an ice cream parlour I wanted to visit. Little did I know luck wasn't on my side, I was hardly half way when I heard a group of rowdy men behind me. They sounded drunk so I hastened my steps; where to darling? I heard behind me but ignored and kept on moving. She is running, another said and they burst out laughing; panicking I started running before I was roughly pinned down. I started thrashing and screaming for whoever who was pinning me to get off me, when I saw how pointless it was, I waited for the right moment and kneed my captor in the balls. I didn't even have a chance to get up before I was backhanded by one of his friends and then beaten up till I passed out. When I regained my consciousness I was in a hospital bed looking black and blue with pain in my ribs and a cast on one of legs and both hands. Kay was seated beside the hospital bed looking heartbroken and guilty. He blamed himself for what had happened to me and was terrified of the what ifs had he arrived after they did more damage. I blamed him too but I blamed my stupidity more.It took me a long time to get over the mental trauma after months of my physical recovery. Kay made sure he was with me all through my recovery and with time I let go of the anger I had towards him and the part he played. Although most of the time I often wonder if my anger and blame was justified or was I just merely looking for a scapegoat.