C2 Prologue 2

THE doctors at the hospital fought tooth and nail to revive both mother and child, but it wasn't possible. Unfortunately, Martha couldn't make it.

The baby was still breathing though, but she was born premature and so, was kept in the incubator.

Cara herself managed to survive the fire outbreak after spending weeks in the hospital.

"So, how are you going to do this Cara?", Rita, a friend of hers who had visited asked.

"I mean your grand daughter is there in the hospital, no one to...".

"Enough Rita, I have nothing to look after the burden Martha left behind, Zach is enough burden already", she said.

Rita sighed.

"I know, but that isn't enough reason to abandon her, she is your blood, your own", she stressed, still trying to make her see reasons with her.

By now, Martha's little thing was already fresh from the incubator, and looking healthy. But she had no family to cater for her. Cara has refused to go claim her as her grandchild.

"I get you", she got up and walked to the window to open up the curtains.

"The only asset my late husband left for me burnt down, I'm now too ugly to continue with my job, Zach is there, we feed from hand to mouth, I can't bring the girl up", she shook her head.

Rita looked at her face, truly she was now ugly looking. The fire had done more harm than good, the whole of her left cheek now bore a very dark scar.

So dark to scare even the most weakened ‘john’ away. She sighed, even at that, she really cared for the little girl abandoned in the hospital.

"I hope not to drag this further with you", Cara said glancing down at Zach who laid on the only bed in the scanty room.

They had relocated to a shanty town, and in a dingy room in the slum located down the road from their street, after fire had dealt with the old dilapidated building.

"Even though, I still feel for that little innocent girl", Rita sighed.

She wished she could look after her, but she as well, wasn't able enough to, regarding her status, the child won't be given to her at all if she goes to ask for her.

Little Jasira grew up to be an amazing baby, despite no love and family care, she still grew like every other child.

She had been in the hospital for months, yet no one ever came to claim her, she was about taken to the orphanage, when Sara, a janitor in the hospital, pleaded to take the baby.

It wasn't difficult, owing to the fact that her status was okay, and that she could look after the baby. Jasira was given to her and she happily began nurturing her.

Sara was an old janitor who had worked in the hospital for years now, she had no family, no husband and children. So having Jasira now wasn't really a task, infact she was more than enthusiastic about it.

Jasira began growing up under the watchful eyes of old Sara, whom she took as her mother.

She enrolled her at the kindergarten school close to the hospital, where she grew intelligent and smart, amazing and brilliant kid, loved by everyone.

When she finally turned thirteen, an old woman came to claim her, ugh, she was told it was her grandma.

Never, this old looking hag can't be her grandma? With her left cheek carrying a huge scar, her small eyes as red as ever. Ew, this lady can't be her grandma.

She initially refused to go with the woman, making her threaten to take the matter to court. That was when Sara had to draw her attention.

"You have to go with her Jasi baby, she is your grandma", she said.

"I can't go with her mom, I have no grandma. I mean where was she when I was lonely, why didn't she come at that time?", Jasira asked.

Sara sighed.

"It's enough, if she takes this to court, I might be imprisoned, please try and listen", she pleaded.

Jasira sighed.

"Alright, I'll be visiting".

"Of course", she nodded, smiling.

Jasira finally agreed to go with the old lady who claimed to be her grandma, not after she had given a proof though, and had told her the circumstances surrounding her birth.

Jasira... young innocent girl, she didn't know what grandma Cara had in her mind and she obediently followed.

Only for her to get home and she found out a different story.

Grandma Cara gave her something to eat, then had her locked up in a dirty room, she later found out she was going to be used to service some ‘johns’. She was introduced into the prostitution world at a very tender age.

Jasira cried out for help, but nothing was done to save her, nothing could be done.

She stayed with Cara for six months, being used to make money. She didn't continue school, neither did she visit old Sara.

She was just being locked up in a room, with little or no food, and being used.

One fateful day during the seventh month, Zach came to visit, grandma wasn't around.

"Hey you", he said as he opened the door to the room where she was kept.

She looked at him.

"Who you?", she asked.

Zach was taken aback.

"Hmm, what boldness. Didn't know Martha had a brave daughter for a child".

Jasira looked at the young man again, he really must know her.

"Who are you?", she asked.

"Woah, I'm Zach, your uncle", he said.

Ohh, uncle Zach? Cara had taken out time to tell her everything she needed to know about herself.

She studied the man, he looked haggard and hungry, his eyes shone pure red.

"What do you want?".

"Mm, you look beautiful", he said in a whisper, licking his lips and staring at her body and lusting after her.

"You silly!", she cussed.

Within a twinkle of an eye, Zach rushed forward to get hold of her, she dodged him, instantly getting hold of the leather belt lying on the floor.

Zach looked at the belt in her hands as she waved it for him to see, his reddish eyes widened.

"Oh, is that a weapon?", he rhetorically asked.

"Plunge forward if you dare", she licked her lips.

Huh? How dare this little thing talk to him in such manner? Without thinking, he rushed forward to get her and she with all the strength and might she's got, wiped the belt across his back.

"Mm", he winced in pain and forcefully snatched the belt from her hands.

She growled, one eye on him, one eye around the room for another possible weapon, she saw a boot of a right leg, she instantly and tactfully put it on.

He crutched in pain nursing his back when she plunged forward again, smashing into his balls with the boot.

"Holy crap", he winced. "You idiot, I'm gonna get you", he made for his pocket and got out a chisel.

Her eyes widened, watching him. He matched up to her, still clutching onto his balls.

"You are dead", he said and raised his hand to hit her with the weapon, and instantly, she smashed onto his balls again, this time, real hard.

"Ouch", the chisel fell off his hands and he flopped down on the bed, nursing his pains.

Hurriedly, she picked up the chisel and made for the door, luckily it wasn't locked, as Zach had forgotten to lock it up after entering, or rather cared less to lock.

She got outside the room, then using the chisel, she locked him up inside, then dashed out of the house.