18 YEAR OLD GIRL FOLLOWS HER BOYFRIEND TO THE BUSH ,YOU WILL BE SHOCKED AT WHAT HAPPENED NEXT
Episode 4✅
Is The world went dark.
When she woke up, she was in the hospital. Her mother was sitting beside her, her expression a mix of worry and suspicion. The doctor walked in holding a clipboard. Jessica’s heart pounded as she realized where she was.
And then the doctor spoke the words that changed everything.
“Mrs. Helen,” he said carefully, “your daughter is pregnant.”
The room went silent. Jessica felt like she was drowning.
Her mother’s eyes widened. “What?”
Jessica couldn’t look at her. She stared at the ceiling, wishing she could disappear.
Mrs. Helen stood up, shaking her head. “No. That’s not possible. Jessica, tell him he’s wrong!”
Jessica’s lips trembled. “Mom—”
Her mother’s hand flew across her face in a hot, stinging slap.
“Jessica, don’t lie to me!” Mrs. Helen screamed, her voice shaking. “Who is responsible? Who did this to you?”
Jessica broke down in tears. She had no choice. So she told her mother everything—from David’s sweet words to the nightmare in the bush.
By the time she was done, her mother was trembling with rage.
The atmosphere in the hospital room was suffocating. Jessica sat frozen on the hospital bed, her mother pacing back and forth, fists clenched. Her entire body trembled with rage, her face dark with fury.
“You mean to tell me that David—the same boy we trusted—did this to you?” Mrs. Helen’s voice cracked as she spoke.
Jessica, unable to look her mother in the eyes, nodded weakly.
Her mother turned sharply to the doctor. “Discharge my daughter now. I need to take her home. We have a devil to deal with.”
Jessica’s stomach tightened with fear. “Mom, please—”
Mrs. Helen shot her a look that could cut through stone. “Jessica, keep… keep quiet. You’ve been keeping quiet for too long.”
The moment they got home, Mrs. Helen stormed into the living room, grabbed her phone, and dialed her husband’s number.
“Patrick, come home now. Your daughter is pregnant. And it’s that boy David that did it.”
Jessica flinched as she heard her father’s roar over the phone. “I’m on my way.”
Within 30 minutes, Mr. Patrick arrived home, his face twisted in rage.
“Where is he?” he growled, rolling up his sleeves. “Where is that bastard?”
Jessica’s heart pounded. She had never seen her father this furious before.
“He’s probably at home,” Mrs. Helen said, grabbing her wrapper and storming toward the door.
“Jessica, come with us,” her father ordered.
Jessica hesitated. She didn’t want to face David again. But she had no choice.
Her parents dragged her along as they marched toward David’s house like a storm ready to destroy anything in its path.
When they arrived at David’s house, his mother, Mrs. Evelyn, was sitting outside peeling cassava. She smiled when she saw them.
“Ah, Patrick, Helen, welcome. What brings you here?”
Mr. Patrick didn’t even greet her. “Call your son now.”
Mrs. Evelyn’s smile faded instantly. “What’s wrong?”
“Call David before I burn this house down!” Mr. Patrick bellowed.
By now, a few neighbors had started gathering around, sensing drama.
David stepped out of the house, looking calm and unbothered. “Good afternoon, sir.”
“Good afternoon, my foot!” Mr. Patrick lunged forward, but his wife held him back.
Mrs. Helen turned to David, her voice shaking with anger. “You animal. What did you do to my daughter?”
David blinked innocently. “Do to her? I don’t understand.”
“Don’t—don’t play dumb!” Mrs. Helen yelled. “She is pregnant, and you are responsible!”
David scoffed and folded his arms. “That’s a lie. I don’t know what she’s talking about.”
Jessica’s breath caught in her throat. He was really going to deny it.
“You bastard!” Mr. Patrick exploded, grabbing David by the collar. “You forced my daughter, and now you want to deny it?”
David yanked himself free and laughed. “Forced her? Me?” He turned to the crowd, shaking his head. “How can I force someone who followed me into the bush willingly?”
Jessica felt like the ground had been ripped from under her.
David smirked cruelly. “She’s lying. She wanted it as much as I did.”
Jessica’s mother let out a cry of disbelief. “David, you wicked soul!”
But some of the neighbors started murmuring.
“But why did she follow him?”
“Girls of nowadays always acting innocent after they get caught.”
“And if she didn’t want it, why didn’t she scream for help?”
Jessica’s vision blurred. This can’t be happening. David had turned the story around. He had made it look like it was her fault.
Tears streamed down Jessica’s face. “David, you know the truth!” she cried. “You forced me!”
David shrugged. “No one can prove that.”
Jessica’s father lost control. He swung his fist and punched David so hard that the boy fell to the ground. A full-blown fight nearly broke out, but the neighbors separated them.
Mrs. Evelyn screamed at Jessica’s family. “You people want to destroy my son’s future with lies! Your daughter is just looking for who to pin her pregnancy on!”
Jessica’s heart shattered completely. They weren’t going to believe her. She felt sick. She felt alone. She felt like disappearing.
That night, Jessica cried herself to sleep.
The next morning, she woke up to hear her parents arguing.
“We need to report him to the police,” her mother insisted.
Mr. Patrick shook his head. “Didn’t you hear what the neighbors were saying? They already think she is lying. If we take this to the police, what evidence do we have?”
She knew her father was right. In Nigeria, cases like this were difficult to prove. It would be his word against hers. Even worse, David’s family had money. They could bribe the police.
Jessica realized the horrible truth—David was going to get away with it.
Her stomach twisted with nausea. She ran to the bathroom and threw up violently.
Her mother rushed in, rubbing her back. “Jessica, my baby,” she whispered, tears in her eyes.
Jessica looked up, her face pale. “Mommy, what am I going to do?”
Mrs. Helen held her tightly.
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