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Her Life Story: Part 1

This takes back when Kiyana was still only a child, at 5 years old. She was in her room listening to her parents fight in the living room.

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Kiyana's POV:

Daddy's being mean again...he's yelling at mommy that if she had just gotten rid of me, he would have a perfect daughter and not some freak. I just want him proud...

I felt the tears welling as one had tried running down my face. But then I slapped myself, daddy said crying was for weaklings. He said I shouldn't cry since I have no reason to.

I sighed as I got up and went into my closet, putting on headphones and connecting them to my tablet. I went through all my favorite songs until I found what I was looking for.

I hummed to it starting to calm down. That was until I heard glass shatter in the other room and a thud. I ran out to find mommy was on the floor with a bruise on her cheek, and daddy was standing over her with a broken half of the vase that held grandma's ashes.

"D-daddy?.." I whimpered. Both my parents looked toward me and stopped all movements. "Stankaboo... go back to your room. We just got a little to rough is all.." Daddy smiled worriedly. "Yea he's right sweetheart, just go back to your room.." Mommy smiled. I whimpered but went to my room, and soon I heard the cleaning of glass and other things.

Mama came into the room and called for me, "Kiyana?" I got up and went to her, hugging her leg "Why do you always act like dad, hitting you is ok?" I asked her. She looked down at me with what I could have sworn was anger but she softly stroked my head. "Because I don't want you getting hurt.." she smiled, softly looking me in the eyes. It was at that moment in life I knew...

Nothing was going to be right or wrong anymore...

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I'm now in 2nd grade and the teachers say I'm a 'prodigy' student. Although when you have a father that travels the world for work, it's kinda easy to pick up on a few things. I'm currently going home in the car with mom as she's blasting music. It's fun, she put on the song called Swalla by Jason Derilo. She started singing off key to make me laugh and, it worked.

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We got home after a while, and when we got there we heard some strange sounds. Mommy looked horrified and told me to come with her. So I grabbed her hand just like when she holds mine when I'm scared. She looked down at me and smiled, as we head up the stairs.

The noise became louder and louder as we got closer to mommy and daddy's room. When mommy opened the door, my teacher Mrs. Becca was sitting on daddy's lap. She was bouncing and making these weird sounds....

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