DEADLY WHISPER 3 - by Àdàññé Çhísóm

It was the morning of my birthday. I received a text from my school daddy. “Hey momma, happy birthday. How about I take you out this evening for your birthday?” I was reluctant. Something about the invitation made me uneasy. But my friends wouldn't let me hear the end of it. “Babe, go joor! Make this guy spoil you with money.” I eventually agreed. After all, in my twenty years of living, I had never been to a club before. So that evening, I went out with him. At first, everything was fun. The music was loud. People were laughing. We talked and danced. Then they brought out a cake. “Happy birthday!” I smiled. I ate. I drank some alcohol. And the last thing I remember… Everything went dark. --- I woke up on my bed. My head was pounding. “Damn… where is my roomie?” Then I remembered my exam. My birthday was on Sunday, and I had a paper on Monday. I grabbed my phone. Twenty missed calls from Mummy. I quickly called her back. “Where have you been?!” she screamed the moment she picked up. “I've been calling you non-stop for a week!” I was confused. “What do you mean? You called me yesterday to wish me a happy birthday.” There was silence. Then she said, “Are you serious? Your birthday was last week.” My head started pounding. I checked the date. She was right. My birthday had been a week ago. I had completely blanked out for an entire week. I immediately called my school daddy. He picked up. “I need to talk to you,” I said. “I'll talk to you later.” And that was it. He stopped picking up my calls after that. I missed three papers while I was unconscious. I cried. I was angry. I was confused. But eventually, I decided to move on. Or at least, I thought I had. Five months later… I started feeling a strange discomfort around my stomach. At first, I ignored it. It wasn't severe, so I convinced myself it was nothing. My stomach hadn't changed much either. If anything, I looked almost the same. The only strange thing was my period. Sometimes, I would bleed a little, but it would last only a day. I didn't think much of it. Until one afternoon, the discomfort became worse. I went to the hospital. After a series of tests, the doctor walked in with a strange expression. “You're pregnant.” I laughed nervously. “Pregnant?” “Yes.” I stared at him. “No… that's impossible.” He looked at the test results. “You're approximately five months pregnant.” My heart stopped. Five months? I looked down at my stomach. It wasn't huge. There was barely anything that made me look pregnant. “But I still see my period sometimes,” I whispered. The doctor explained that the bleeding wasn't a true menstrual period and that bleeding could sometimes occur during pregnancy. I couldn't hear him anymore. My mind was racing. Five months pregnant. How? I had never had s*x. At least… that's what I believed. Then suddenly— The club. The cake. The alcohol. The darkness. The missing week. My school daddy. My breathing became heavy. For five months, I had been carrying something I didn't even know existed. And now, one terrifying thought wouldn't leave my mind. What happened to me that night?

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