Nguvu (Unedited And Subject To A Few Changes)

💫Chapter 1💫

💫Chapter 1💫

💫Nguvu's pov💫

Violence warning

Set in the 1830s

Poking my head out from behind the curtain of the small room where my mother hid me and my siblings, I saw my mother being raped by our owner on the kitchen counter. My father was forced to watch with one of our owner's friend that was also a plantation owner, who was rubbing up the bulge in his pants on him.

This has been happening for has long as I understood what it was and my parents tears each time, pulls my heart down to the ground. I wiped at my tears as they flowed unstoppable as always and beckoned to my littlest sister who has started crying to keep quiet and cover her ears.

I was turning eighteen and my parents were terribly afraid for me, because I was scheduled to start working in the main house. I didn't want to but we had no choice or say over what our owners commanded.

My father was crying and begging them not to and my heart bled some more. Just then my eyes fell on the sharp chopper my mother had been using to chop cow feets for our supper stew.

I got up slowly and wiped it off on my tattered long brown frock. Poking my head out again I saw the other slave owner bending my father over with both thier pants down, while my mother was sucking on our owners saggy wrinkled manhood, it was gross and I scrunched up my face in distaste.

He leant his head back enjoying it and I crept up behind them, as I stood over him his eyes flew open, but without a second to lose I gripped his head and wiped the blade uder his throat, splewing blood on my mother. My father weeping while our owner's friend dig into his ass didn't see what's going on has I placed my finger to my lips telling my mother to shush.

His friend turned around and saw me standing thier and his eyes divulged as he took in the sight of his friend. I ran towards him before he could take out his gun and started to chop him wildly. Someone hit him hard in his head with a pot and he dropped to the floor and I turned to see that it was my mother.

I began to shake seeing all the blood and what I had done, "I c-can't take it anymore, I don't want to hear y-you both crying in pain anymore," I said shaking and stuttering. My parents were looking around wildly in disbelief, then my mother hugged me tightly.

"We are all going to die, oh God," My father said placing both his hands unto his head.

"Let's pack up and run away," I told them in earnest, I did not want to be raped and treated like an animal, the girls on the farm got raped daily. I am only saved because our owners son had stated that no one should touch me ever since I was thirteen. But going into the big house would mean that he would rape me every night like my friend Claudeen told me he did to her.

My parents were still in a state of shock when I head into our sleeping area and began to pack up our things into bale bags. "Leave them thier and you both go and bathe and get ready, it's already getting dark," I said sternly but they both stood thier looking at me. "We will walk and jog all night and go into the savannah of death. The old wise man had told us that people survived in thier, I'M GOING." I said with determination.

My father went out and brought water into the next room for my mother to bathe. I kept my two sisters and two brothers in our sleeping area, so they didn't see the slaughtered men and I stepped over thier bodies in a bid to collect what little kitchen wares we possessed.

We all bathe and waited for the place to be dark and quiet to leave, knowing no one will be enquiring for the dead men until later that night. My father wanted to set the house on fire when we were leaving, but deciding that it will draw attention he didn't. Luther my seventeen year old brother, took one look on the scene as he passed, then stop and looked over at Marcus who was sixteen. He took a dirty table cloth and picked up the man's gun, after wiping it off he checked it then put it in one of our sacks.