Two years later, Kingston began to walk around the house. I was able to grow him with the little savings on me and from the earnings I got from my late parent poultry.
But that wasn't enough; I expected William to take his responsibility.
"Is this how you have planned to grow your child, Williams? You have not for a day wished to spend time with him, not even provide for him, even when you know that you are his father." I summoned courage as I spoke to him right in his room while he prepared for work.
"Look here, Norah, you didn't widen up your leg with me on this; I guess this is from another man; you should as well meet whoever that is responsible." He answered me.
"My love, you know I love you with everything in me; I gave you my body, and at the same time..." I was cut short by him.
"But I didn't meet you as a virgin; you were disvirgin at first," he spoke right into my eye.
"I told you how it happened—I was a victim of rape during my college." I reminded him.
"Maybe the little particle of the rapist was what grew to be a child. Not mine, because I William didn't get you pregnant; we only had sex, and for your information, this should be the first and last day you will approach me with the knowledge of taking care of your child." He answered me rudely.
"Are you impotent to have said so? You got me pregnant, and here lies your seed; all you could say was to reject it." I got pissed off as I shouted at him, Mr. Williams, felt insulted, and he slapped me. I thought that was over, nit until he pushed me on the wall, where I hit my head on the wall.
"Don't try that with me next time." He said, leaving me unconscious on the floor.
Clara, seeing the look on him the moment he left the room. She rushed into my room to know if all was fine. "My God." She said, seeing my head bleeding and with the baby crying on bed. Clara quickly rushed me to the nearby clinic, carrying Kingston.
A few minutes later, doctor Andrew on his cot left my ward and called on Clara. In his office.
"Doctor, how is my madam.?" She asked curiosly.
Doctor Andrew breathed down.as he spoke.
"She had a short of blood and needed a blood donor." He said.
"A blood donor..." Clara asked him. "Yes," Andrew answered. Then check mine.
Clara, out of care and concern for Norah, tried offering her blood but could not match with Norah. Norah at the other side was dying.
"Did she have relatives? I suggest you start putting calls on them before you lose your madam." Doctor Andrew said to Clara.
Mr. Williams was the only one Clara would call. She kept calling him, but he ignored the calls.
"Whatever it is, I don't care; Norah should end up dying there; that's all I care." Mr. Williams said within him as he saw the call coming with my number.
"Who are your calling.?" The doctor asked.
"Her husband, Mr. Williams." Clara answered, meanwhile I was far beyond the earth; I didn't know where I was, but my heart kept hearing to see my baby and his father, Williams.
The doctor offers his phone to call Mr. Williams.
"Hello, is this Mr. Williams.?" Doctor Andrew asked Mr. Williams, who had picked seeing it was a strange number.
"Who am I speaking with?" He asked. Doctor Andrew quickly introduced himself.
"This is the wrong number. Mr. Williams called the doctor and hunched the phone on him.
Clara and doctor Andrew kept thinking about what to do. After a series of attempts at finding a blood match, he tried purchasing one but could not match mine. Shortly after, a young, tall, handsome Thomas drove in for his monthly checkup when doctor Andrew told him the situation on the ground. Thomas decided to have his blood tested on me. And when it was done. His blood matched with mine; there Thomas donated his to revive me. And after that, he left even without my setting my eye on him.
"Where is the man that saved my life.?" I asked Clara.
"Well, he left two hours after denoting the blood. I think he has a trip to catch up with. Meanwhile, this is the token he has asked me to offer to you." Clara said to me, I humbly received it. But insisting to see him so as to show my appreciation.
"That will be next time, Mrs. Norah." Clara Humy replied me. Right there, Clare told me all that has happened, my head still on bandage, and in pain. I felt like the worst was happening to me.
"I didn't see this coming while eating him; he was caring, although not with his whole heart; I thought he would change as well." I replied, Clara, speaking to her like a sister and not a maid.
"You saw it coming then, but went ahead marrying him because you love him, while he didn't love you for a day." Clara spoke.
"What do you think I do now to win his love? I love Williams with everything in me, even with my last breath." I answered Clara, sadly.
"When speaking of love, Mr. Williams doesn't love you, speaking of what to do for your peace of mind. I suggest you divorce him." She suggested it for me.
I was shocked hearing that from Clara. I almost yelled at her, but held to my peace.
"This is the last thing I have in mind about him. I can't divorce the man I love, the father of my child." I got more interested in the conversation.
"I guess this is your three years of marriage with him, yet there is no sign that Mr. Williams loves you, not even the child you have gotten for him. Isn't this a sign that nothing about you makes him happy? He hates you and hates everything in you." Clara speaks out her mind.
"Stop that, stop that." I shouted at Clara aloud.
"I am sorry, Mrs. Norah, if I have gotten you upset." Clara apologize.