The kitchen door swung open without warning. A stocky man with a receding hairline and a loud voice strode in from the garage, dusting his hands against his trousers. ‘John!’ he boomed. ‘And who is this? A new girlfriend?’ Ngozi’s heart leapt into...
He led her to the bathroom and turned on the water. He soaped every part of her, his hands thorough and unhurried. She tried to keep her breathing steady, but soon she was gasping. One hand slid down her back, between her cheeks. Another moved over...
‘Oh! God!’ Pleasure ripped through her like lightning. Her back arched, her toes curled. Colours burst behind her closed eyes. Her limbs stretched out, stiff and trembling, as though she were reaching for something just beyond her grasp. He worked...
The words sounded hysterical even to her own ears. A giggle bubbled up from somewhere deep and broken, and she swallowed it down. ‘Then take that filthy rag off and shower,’ he ordered. She peeled the t-shirt from her body and stepped into his...
Ngozi’s voice came out thin and unsteady. ‘You shouldn’t say things like that to me.’ John tilted his head, amusement flickering across his face. ‘I said you have beautiful eyes. Is that also wrong?’ ‘No. I mean, yes. I don’t know,’ she...
The casual way he handled her made her stomach turn. She wanted to push him away, but to do that she would have to uncross her arms, and if she did, she risked exposing herself through the enormous armholes of the T-shirt. She kept her arms pinned...
Chuka sat on the edge of his bed, shoulders slumped, fiddling with the zip of his school bag. He finally looked up at his mother, his voice low but urgent. “Mum, please. You need to speak to John. He’s the one making my life miserable at school...
