Melancholy...

Chapter 30

**3 months later**

It has been 3 good months since I started working here and each day has brought nothing but sadness and tears. It took me a lot of strength not to run away from this hell. In these 3 months I have experienced nothing but abuse. Sexual abuse,verbal abuse,physical abuse,you name it. 

In spite of all this,I was getting paid like I should, and from Sister Owusuwaa's report, my mother was getting well. I called home 3 times a week to check up on everything and everyone. Whenever I heard their voices, I broke down into tears. I missed them so much.

I had not been able to go and visit my mother in the hospital. It's not that I didn't have time,I just couldn't bring myself to. I knew that she would cry and cry and cry and beg me to go back home to my siblings and that was not an option at the moment. She had undergone 1 surgery and had 2 more to undergo. If I stopped working I would not be able to pay for those surgeries.

I wiped the kitchen counter slowly as I stretched. I was tired. These idiots did nothing but complain about the smallest things. I did every single thing in the house. Sweep,cook,clean,trim hedges,cater for the plants and flowers..everything! I even washed Aliyah's panties for her.

Like isn't that disgusting?

I stretched my neck as the front door opened. Jason and his friends walked in, making a lot of noise as they dragged their dirty shoes across the hall and sat in the couch. I sighed heavily and bit my lips. Why did they have to come in with their shoes? I had just mopped the damn floors!

"Franklina!" Jason called from the hall. I rolled my eyes and walked to the hall, fixing my dress. I stood to the side of the couch he was sitting in and stared at him, biting my lips to prevent myself from saying anything stupid.

"These are my friends. They'll be here for a while. Get us some water and juice from the fridge." He said, flipping through the channels on the television.
Nodding slightly, I went into the kitchen, took 5 glasses and poured some orange juice into it. I then took 5 bottles of water and balanced it on a tray.

Before sending it to them, I lowered the stove on which I was cooking jollof, sprinkled some vegetables on it and stirred it slowly, making sure not to spill anything on the stove.

I took the tray and sent it to the hall,giving each boy a glass of juice and a bottle of water. They are stared at me as I did,but I ignored them and focused on what I was doing.

"Come here baby girl,come and sit on my lap." One of the boys said,as his eyes moved down my neck slowly,going up and down my bust. I looked him up and down and snorted.
"Respect yourself young man." I said as I walked back to the kitchen,tucking the tray under my arm. I turned off the stove and sat on a stool in the kitchen, wiping the imaginary sweat off my forehead.

I heard Jason call again and I huffed, stomping my feet on the floor like a little child. I composed myself and walked out of the kitchen to the hall. He asked me to bring him his basketball from the store room upstairs. I nodded and proceeded to climb the staircase. Midway through this, I slipped and fell down with a thud,hitting my head hard on the metal railings as I rolled down, hurting my back in the process.

I heard a laugh coming from Jason and his friends and a shut my eyes to stop the tears. I tried to get up but I felt dizzy. I touched my head with my hand and felt water on it. That was when I realized that the boys had poured water on the staircase that I tripped on. Still laughing, Jason and his friends walked up the stairs,kicking me out of the way as they did.

"Know your place in life,young woman." The boy I had rejected earlier said as he kicked me in the head. I hissed loudly as I tried to get up. I was so weak that I fell down again, hitting my head on the tile as I did.

I laid down helpless,whispering Jason and Aliyah's name. Black spots began to dot my vision and before I knew it,everything went blank.

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Xoxo,
          Arianna.