The dangers of social media, rebellion and fake friends all come into play in this novel. Chinyere Awaziem is a rebellious teenager and the youngest daughter of ten children. One day, due to Chinyere's rebellion and ignorance, she ends up being abducted and a victim of human trafficking. After being bought by a wealthy old man, she finds herself in a house full of women who went through the same fate. Chinyere is forced into marriage and plots to escape from her buyer's home. But what happens when she finds out that being bought by them is not just a coincidence? What happens when she finds out that their families are linked in more than one way? COMPLETED!
View MoreCHINYERE GLANCED AT the clock on the wall of her classroom every few minutes.
She tapped her fingers impatiently on her desk as though it would make time move faster.
She took a glance at her English Language teacher for the third time in the entire period.
His light brown eyes complemented his dark chocolate skin and his large bald head blocked a large proportion of the black chalk board. He was dressed in an oversized white shirt and blue jeans with green suspenders.
The man, who went by the name Teacher Johnson, spoke ever so slowly that sometimes he even bored himself to yawning and dozing every once in a while.
Chinyere wondered how he did not notice that everyone else in the classroom had their heads down on their desks and were probably in dreamland by now.
The sound of the bell ringing made the sleepy heads to jolt their heads up, suddenly energetic.
The classroom was now filled with murmuring sounds and laughter as the pupils packed their bags.
"Before you go," Teacher Johnson said as he scratched his forearm. For a teacher who had no sense of fashion, he sure was handsome and hand a thin body frame. He could become prosperous if he went into modeling.
The classroom was filled with groans and the pupils slouched into the chair.
"Just a word of advice," Teacher Johnson said, his fake American accent evident in his voice. "For both the girls and boys. The crime of human trafficking has greatly increased in the past month so, I advice you all to be careful and avoid bad company."
The entire class clapped loudly, not as a way to say 'Thank you, Teacher Johnson, for your wise words', but to rather say 'We've heard you, Sir. Now leave the classroom so we can go home'.
Teacher Johnson nodded with a forced smile on his face and walked out of the classroom with his books and the three sticks of chalk he'd brought into the classroom with him.
No sooner had Teacher Johnson gone past the door than pupils ran out of the classroom.
Chinyere packed her books in silence as her three closest friends walked up to her.
One of them sat on the desk to her right, the other on the desk to her left and third just stood by her side.
"So, Chi Chi, how about your mystery boy?" The one seated on her left, Rachel, asked her.
Rachel was a light skinned Nigerian. She had dirty, black hair and was of average height. Her round face and big brown eyes gave her an innocent look but she was far from innocent.
Mystery boy was the boy who kept sending messages to Chinyere on Facebook.
He seldom posted photos but the few photos he had posted and his profile picture was enough for Chinyere to know that he was handsome.
He was a tall, dark and handsome young man of seventeen.
"He wants to meet," Chinyere answered. "He said this evening."
"Are you going to meet him?" the one on the desk to her right, Amanda, asked.
Amanda was a rather fat girl, light in complexion and had short hair. She had a big nose and big lips but was considered cute by boys in the school.
"I don't think my father would approve of this," Chinyere answered. "My mother would react in an even worse manner."
"Your father this, your mother that," Rachel slapped her hands together as she mentioned Chinyere's parents. "Will you let your parents control your life forever? You're sixteen, you're old enough to make your own decisions. I say; you should go."
"I agree with Rachel," Amanda said, "didn't he say that he would help you with your modelling career?"
Chinyere was a tall, gorgeous girl with perfect skin.
Whenever she posted photos on social media people always commented on how she looked like a professional model.
The feedback had encouraged Chinyere to become a model, much to her parents' dismay. She just needed someone with connections to get her into the modelling agency and Mystery boy was her ticket.
"I disagree," Tunde, the boy by Chinyere's side said, "what if he has hidden intentions?"
"Tunde!" Rachel said. "Who asked for your own point of view? You have come here as the devil, abi? To take away this opportunity that the Lord has provided unto her?
"H'm, Rachel," Tunde said, "I'm just looking out for my friend. It's her decision in the end."
That Tunde and Rachel didn't like each other was no surprise. The two dated for a while but Tunde broke up with her, classifying her as a rotten egg.
The only reason why he was still talking to her was because of Chinyere. She was like a sister to him.
Chinyere was about to interfere when the head teacher walked into the classroom.
"Don't you children know it's an hour past the time school ended?" the old woman asked.
"An hour?" Chinyere asked and glanced at the wall clock in the class.
It had indeed been an hour. Chinyere slung her bag over her shoulder and ran out of the classroom without bidding a farewell to her friends.
She was supposed to pick her eight year old brother from school an hour ago.
How did time pass so fast?
Chinyere mounted the bike that she had parked at the school gate.
"Bye Mr. Nwokoye!" she told the gateman as she rode away from her school and down to her brother's school.
When she got to the school, the gates were just being locked.
The gateman whistled as he locked the gates.
He twirled the key round his index finger and turned around to meet Chinyere.
He knew Chinyere because he had worked for her parents a while as a gatekeeper before quitting to work for the school.
"Ah, Chinyere," he had a smile on his face as he spoke, "wetin you dey look for?"
"Did Daddy come to pick Onyedikachi?" she asked, inwardly hoping that he hadn't.
"Yes," he answered, "he just left with Onyedikachi recently."
Chinyere groaned, "I'll see you tomorrow, Emma."
"Remember me to your mother," Emmanuel said.
Chinyere nodded and rode off to her home.
If she was lucky, she could reach home before her father and tell him that she did go to Onyedikachi's school but didn't find him.
Nothing went according to her plan.
By the time she got home, her father's van was already parked in the garage.
Chinyere parked her bicycle by the van and ran into the house.
Her father was seated in the living room looking at his phone.
A deep frown was etched on his face.Chinyere tried to sneak off to her room but her father spoke up, his face still on his phone, "So you can't greet, abi?"
Chinyere stopped dead in her tracks and turned her head to him. She rubbed her thumbs against the hands of her bag.
"N-no, Daddy. I-I just thought you were busy," Chinyere answered. "I didn't want to disturb you."
"Where were you?" her father asked, finally looking at her through his glasses.
"I... I stayed back to study -"
"Don't lie to me!" he yelled and stood up. "Where were you?"
"I... I was with my friends," Chinyere knelt down, "we were talking and I didn't realise how fast time went."
"At what time were you supposed to pick your brother?"
"At four," Chinyere answered and rubbed her palms together, inwardly praying for her father to forgive her.
"At what time is your curfew?"
"Four fifty."
"What is the time?"
Chinyere looked at the clock, "F-five twenty."
"Get up," her father said and turned his head away. "Get out of my sight! Stay in your room. I don't want to see your face today and don't bother about eating dinner. You won't eat anything till tomorrow morning."
"Daddy -" Chinyere started but the look her father gave her was enough to bury her six feet into the ground.
Chinyere turned around and ran to her room - the room she shared with her seventeen year old sister.
Having nine siblings wasn't easy.
She was the youngest female in the house and her parents were always comparing her to her older sisters.
There was a total of four girls and six boys.
Her father had married three wives and was still looking for a fourth.
He had five children from the first, two from the second and three from the third - her mother.
Her three year old brother, Destiny, was the youngest child of the Awaziem family.
Chinyere collapsed on the bed she shared with her sister after closing the door behind her.
Chinyere sat up, full of rage, and threw her bag off her shoulders and across the room.
She stood up and changed into a pair of silk shorts and a vest, not bothering to even take her bath.
She brought out her phone from her wardrobe and lay back on the bed as she turned it on.
When it turned on she put on her data and opened her Facebook app.
There was a new message from Mystery boy. Ironically, his Facebook account's name was Mysteryboy4life.
After confirming that he was online, Chinyere checked his message.
Mysteryboy4life
How r u doing?
Chinyere responded saying that she was not alright.
The two then spent hours talking on the phone.
Chinyere didn't know how long she had spoken with him for but she still didn't bother to check the time.
The next message that came from the Mystery boy reminded her of the talk she had with her friends.
Mysteryboy4life
Are you down for tonight? I know people who are searching for a beautiful model. An African beauty. I can introduce you to them.
Chinyere wondered why he couldn't meet her during the day but she didn't bother asking.
The last time she had asked, he gave the excuse of having school during the day.
She thought of what her parents would think if she actually went. They wouldn't be pleased but then she remembered Rachel's words.
Was she going to let her parents rule her life? No!
She wanted to have her own job and make her own money.
Chinyere came to her decision not long after. She was going to meet him.
Tunde's words ran through her head as she replied to Mystery boy's question but she brushed them away.
She was going to be a star and no one could stop her.
Mentally, she felt that she had made the right decision but something was telling her that she was going to regret her decision.
Mystery boy responded by giving her the address and the time for them to meet.
Chinyere stood up and jumped on her bed with her phone in her hands.
She was going to be a star!
As Chinyere jumped, her phone flew out of her hands and landed on the floor.
Chinyere bent down to pick up her phone. It's screen was cracked but she didn't care.
She was going to be a star and no one had anything to say about it.
CHINYERE SIGHED AS she thought about all that happened in the past four months.Four months had passed since she had woken up in the hospital and one month had passed since the court case.Amanda was sentenced to thirty five years imprisonment with a five year probation for first degree murder, kidnapping and human trafficking.She pledged guilty to all her charges and no further investigation was carried out on her part.Amanda had also given away Tobi's and his father's location and they – and their minions – were sentenced to twenty years imprisonment for human trafficking.Tobi was furious that Amanda betrayed them by revealing their location and Amanda bluntly stated, "If I'm going down, I'm not going down alone."Several of the trafficked/sold people were found and returned to their parents while their buyers were arrested and made to pay a fine for the damages caused.
WHITE LIGHT WAS all Chinyere saw when she opened her eyes."Ugh," she groaned as she used her arm to block out as much light as she could from her eyes."Sorry," she heard a deep voice say before the lights were turned off.Chinyere lowered her arm and she studied the room where she was.With the beeping heart monitor next to her bed and the intravenous tubes connected to her arm, Chinyere concluded that she was in a hospital room."What am I doing here?" she asked no one in particular."You were shot and you've been down for two days now," the deep, manly voice said again and Chinyere looked at the person who spoke."Daddy!" She yelled and tried to jump off her bed but the pain that flowed through her left arm restricted her from doing so.Her father sat beside her on the hospital bed and looked into her eyes before giving her a tight hug, one th
CHINYERE NOW KNEW how it felt to be so close and yet so far.They were so close to escaping and yet so far from escaping as Mr. Oko and Amadi had already caught up to them."Get over here!" Amadi yelled.She could not explain how she was feeling. Her heart was beating irregularly and as fast as a race car. It was as though it wanted to jump out of her chest. She had never been so scared in her entire life."What do we do now?" she asked Tina.Tina took a deep breath before answering, "I guess we listen to them and follow them.""Biko, don't waste our time," Mr. Oko said."Is that it?" Chinyere asked. "We came this far only to end up back with them?""When we get out of the bus, I will run and I want you to run in the opposite direction and find help," Tina said. "Don't forget to run only after I do, that will cause a distraction.
THE GIRLS WERE awake by six in the morning and ready to leave the hotel.They had each taken a turn to bath. Tina gave Solomon a bath while Chinyere rummaged through the bag for the phone."What are you looking for?" Tina asked as she walked out of the bathroom with Solomon dressed in fresh clothes."The phone," Chinyere grunted and then sighed a sigh of relief when she found it."Where did you get the phone?" Tina asked."I got it from Chibinobim," Chinyere answered. "I thought it would be of help to us."Tina nodded and said, "Call whoever you're calling fast. Theyonly live a few minutes away from here. If we don't hurry they'll catch up to us."Chinyere nodded and punched in her mother's number. She lifted the phone to her ear as she waited for Chioma to answer the call."Sorry, the number you are calling is not available. Please try agai
ESCAPING THROUGH THE gate seemed to be a problem for them as it was locked and they didn't have the remote.They contemplated climbing over the gate but how was that possible with a two month old child?"Where do you think the remote could be?" Chinyere whispered."I don't know," Tina whisper yelled. "This is one thing that we didn't think about."The gate could only be opened and closed with the remote control.The gateman was sleeping on a bench that was just a few feet away from the gate.His snores were so loud that he could be mistaken for a pig.The gateman changed his sleeping position and a jingling sound filled Chinyere's and Tina's ears.Chinyere turned to the sleeping gateman and looked at the shiny object that was wrapped around his index finger.It was a band of keys."Of course," Tina said. "Only the g
"DO YOU HAVE EVERYTHING YOU NEED?" Tina asked Chinyere.Chinyere nodded as she zipped up the bag.It was already Monday night. Tuesday night would mark two weeks of her living with the Okos.It was unbelievable how two weeks had already gone by and also unbelievable how so much had happened in just two weeks.Chinyere had avoided Mr. Oko throughout the past week. She would not be present during breakfast, lunch and supper. She fed on whatever remains Tina would bring her.Chibinobim had also not returned home since the incident the previous week had occurred, but it didn't bother her. It was better that way."Have you packed all you need?" Chinyere asked.Tonight was the night that they planned their clean escape.They had stayed up all night the previous week, studying the actions of everyone in the house at night.They discov
ADIMCHIMPKA WAS EXHAUSTED. He had dark circles and large bags under his eyes and he had only slept for a total of four hours in the past two days.He was literally a walking dead.He remembered how Chioma had rushed into his room on Sunday night to tell him that Chinyere had called.He had made a trip to the police station early the next morning and reported to them that they had received a phone call from Chinyere.He washed his face and dried it with a towel before making it to the kitchen.His wives were in the kitchen preparing breakfast."Ututu oma m, di m," his first wife, Adaiba, greeted him."Good morning," he responded.His two other wives greeted him as well and he nodded in response."Have the police found anything?" Adaiba asked.Adimchimpka shook his head, "No. Not yet. I just want to know how she found herself in Ebonyi state.""I also wonde
CHINYERE WOKE UP early the next morning. Earlier than she usually would.The first thing she did was say her morning prayer before sitting up on the bed.The bottle she used as an ice pack was lying on the floor and the ice had melted, leaving a pool of water on the floor.She grabbed a black pencil skirt from the closet with a red blouse and undergarments then made her way to the bathroom in the bedroom.She looked at her face in the mirror.The stinging in her cheek had stopped but the slap had left a bruise on her face. The blood on her lip had dried up and Chinyere couldn't help but think of how ugly she looked.She just wanted to be a model, and look where she had ended up.She wanted to cry but she had no tears left to cry.She brushed her teeth, all the while thinking of the conversation she was going to have with Tina. She would finally kn
CHINYERE DID NOT know what to say after what Tina had told her.She wondered why Amanda was after her family and claimed that it was her father who had killed her mother when Mr. Oko had killed her himself.Chinyere opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out.Just then, Nnena, one of the maids, entered the kitchen.Nnena greeted them by bowing her head and then she spoke up, "Mr. Oko said that you should start preparing dinner.""Okay, thank you," Tina said and Nnena walked out of the kitchen."Isn't Esther around?" Chinyere asked.Esther was normally the one who started preparing dinner and Chinyere had realised that Esther had not stepped into the kitchen after breakfast was made."I don't know, but when I came this morning she was sick," Tina said. "I know that she's had a week immune system from the time I started living here."Chinyere nodded, "What are we going to cook?""
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