When Christmas Comes Calling

Here's my entry for the @stach short story contest #15

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I press my pillow against my head tighter.
The sounds coming from outside were becoming deafening. Everyone was in high spirits, after all, it was Christmas.

The sounds were not that loud, but it brought back so much memories.

It had been ten years since that terrible incident on Christmas day.
I had just stepped out of the house to dispose the waste. My husband and I had moved into the neighborhood three weeks ago. It was our fifth week of marriage and the romance was still sizzling.
I crossed the dark road quickly to where the dumpster was. I smile as I remember the makeup sex Tola and I just had. I could not even remember what the quarrel was all about.

At I dropped the bag, I heard a sound and before I knew it, I was being held down by two guys. One of them forced a rag into my mouth while the other unzipped his pants.

It was quick and afterwards I could not get up. I remained that way until Tola had come.

The boys, some area touts, had paid for their crime.
But when Christmas comes calling, it comes with the memories.