August came in unannounced,
hardly surprising, he always came in unannounced. Verily on a scheme to affirm
the metaphorical meaning of his name. But that’s not the awkward part, it’s how
he always guessed when our parents were not around. Surely, he could time our
dad, he was an 8-to-8 man; corporate worker, one who was always looking out for
the family's needs, I loved dad, he was easy going and his movement was
scheduled so he didn't pose much of a problem to August, but what amazes is how
August avoids our mum. I like to call mum a “marauder” jokingly, not that she
steals or something, but for the fact that she moves around a lot, shuttling
between her workplace and home multiple times a day, at times staying back and
not returning there. She owned a boutique not far from the house and she got many
attendants at the place, so she could afford the movements. August did not live
close, so his coming had got to involve some planning. Maybe he had a crystal ball
in his house or some voodoo doll to control mum out whenever he was coming, she
never saw him.
He would knock on the gate
moments after mum had just left. At first, I had not liked his august visits,
more like intrusions. But when I noticed the patterns, I liked him. I did not
envy my sister, I was happy for her, this was a guy who would play 007 for her,
and I could tell they were both in love. He was in ss3 and we were in ss2,
their relationship was somewhat professional, they never had any romantic
interactions in school. Virtually no one knew about them in the school but me.
August was a hunk, he looked older and more matured than his mates, almost
looking like a young teacher if not for his uniform. He always looked smart and
was much organised, I was surprised how girls were not flocking around him, maybe
they were too shy to approach him or they did, and he had told them a clear “NO”.
Even my not-so-attractive-self had once fantasised about him but I waived off
that feeling immediately because of my sister. They had been together for two
years, they started right about when he was transferred to the school. August
was about to graduate, his visits had got more frequent and his James Bonding
was sharper, coming and leaving at half seconds. I saw nothing inconspicuous
about it, he had earned my respect, for as long as he had visited, no very
intimate relations had occurred between them, though they made out at times but
nothing further. He had approached her about sex at the initial stages but she had
told him a clear "NO" and he respected it. My sister tells me
everything, we were very close.
August always came in with a
smile, but on that day, he had a straight face on, nothing to it, as though he
had just seen a shinigami, he must have had a bad day and he probably just came
around to relieve himself by spending some time with his love. He came in, they
hugged and went into her room, our room, there, they always hung out, locking
me out of my own room, they would usually just talk, or listen to music and
maybe watch a movie if they had the time. Music was playing from the room, I
was hearing their chatter underneath. All of a sudden, amidst the music, they
started shouting at each other, I was not alarmed. They had had disagreements
in the past and August would not come for days, sometimes weeks. I wasn't ready
to hear their noise, I went outside to water the flowers and trim the hedges, I
had my headphones on, I could have sworn I heard my sister screaming from
beneath them, but I was unfazed. About 10 minutes later I went back inside,
August came out of the room, he was sweating, I took off my headphones, it was
clearer now, it wasn't just a scream, I was hearing a loud cry from the room.
He couldn't have beaten her, right
there, there and then, I knew it, he had raped her. He looked me dead in the
eye, I was now looking at a shinigami and my not-so-attractive-self was not to
be spared. He lunged at me, in a split second, my back was against the floor,
the hunk I once fantasised about was right on top of me, just like my daydreams
back then but it was no dream, it was a nightmare occurring while I was awake,
before I could grasp the situation on ground, he had ripped through my skirt
and pants, I screamed “NO”, but it was
just a bare mutter, his hand was over my mouth, I couldn't feel my neck, he was
really strong, easily overpowered me, I could only but struggle, there I was, I
could feel my hymen break, I could feel my twin sister's severed. I could feel
myself broken, the tears rolled down, every thrust was like a blow on the breaking
wheel, the longer he took, the more I wished to be guillotined. This was a mad
August, after he was done, he stood up and walked out, he was without emotion,
his two-year undercover mission had ended, we never saw him again, but we
experienced him every time the month of august came around.
LET'S SAY NO TO RAPE...
