Hacked, Traced and Free

EPISODE 10 I was already heavy. Pregnant. Vulnerable. And every time I stepped out, aunty’s husband would pull up with his tinted car, spoil me like royalty in public... then we'd both return home like nothing happened. My birthday was coming up, and I needed a breath of fresh air, something that felt like mine so I invited a friend to visit. While aunty and her husband were singing me a birthday song, the gateman came to say someone was at the gate. I quickly asked him to let her in. She came alongside another friend. But instead of understanding, aunty exploded with anger. "Why would you bring strangers here?" she barked. I calmly explained, “They’re my friends. They know where I live.” Before I could blink, her hand landed across my face. Just like that, a slap. As she and her husband argued over it, I walked away heart pounding to tell the gateman to open the gate. He refused. I began shouting and aunty’s husband intervened, ordering him to open it. My friends walked in with cake and birthday wishes. He smiled and asked for their names. I escaped to the room to wipe my tears. Then he came in, acting concerned. “What can I do to make up for the slap?” he asked. Without missing a beat, I said, “Take me and my friends out.” And he did chauffeuring us in that same tinted car. He was the perfect gentleman that day. Took us out, treated us well, and dropped my friends off at the school park. As they left, I said “Chat me later.” He paused and was surprised. “Wait... You invited them? When?” I looked him dead in the eye. “Yes, I’m a student. Seems you forget that? And just because you hacked my phone doesn’t mean you own me. But don’t worry your secret is safe with me.” That man and his wife are intentionally using me. If it were accidental, maybe I’d feel different. But they know what they’re doing. I told him this and everything else on my mind from the tracking, the control, the fear and warned him I could erase every trace of his hacks. He softened. Apologized. “I just wanted to know if you got a new phone,” he said. I reminded him I’ve been locked inside, under constant surveillance. At least now my friends know where I live. Because deep down, I fear aunty could pay someone to operate me rip the baby out and kill me in the process. She's that dangerous. Her own womb couldn’t carry a child, even her eggs weren’t viable. If they were, maybe we could’ve talked about surrogacy. But no, instead she lives through me… twisted by envy and pain. I called my friend on the other phone and told her everything. She begged me “Please don’t say anything more. Start planning your escape before it’s too late. You’ve got some money use it.” So I started being kind to the gateman. Gave him food, tipped him and built trust. A few weeks later, I said I needed to step out to buy something. He opened the gate. I ran quickly as I can. At the park, I switched off the phone they tracked, boarded a bus. Straight to my friend's house. Now I’m safe... physically. But mentally, I can’t stop thinking about aunty’s husband. I told my friend how am feeling. To be continued... https://chat.whatsapp.com/ERtgUqx56v1CZm2nQ6ZqmQ