If only I could scream. I would scream till my throat becomes numb. I would scream till I lost my voice. I would scream until the whole world heard my cries.
But I couldn't...
I was too scared.
Scared of what would happen if I did.
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I have been abused since I was a child.My parents died, my grandparents didn't want to gain custody over me so the government were left with only two options.
Either I became an orphan or My uncle became my legal guardian.
They chose the latter. I thought that it was the best choice for me. I thought that it was better if I went to live with my uncle than the streets.
Oh... I was wrong... So... So.. wrong.
I was only nine. Yet I felt the wrath of the world. The coldness the pain.
My uncle was single. His girlfriend left him when she heard that he was gaining custody over me, a child. She didn't want anything to do with kids so she packed her stuff and left . Ever since she left him he has been blaming me for her leaving me, as if I were the one who told him to take me in.
Even though now I wish he didn't.
The sleepless nights. Filled with cries and blood. The pain,the horror. My uncle's house wasn't fit to be called home.
Home wasn't hell, home wasn't a place where you would be endlessly tortured. I lived a dog's life. I was tortured like a donkey, the beast of burden, but sometimes I think that the donkey itself lived a better life than I did.
After the break up with his girlfriend, he became an alcoholic a complete drunkard.He didn't care about the world anymore and he took out his pain through me.
My body had been destroyed with marks. Ugly disgusting marks that were still fresh from the night's occasion. Some were red,black and others purple.
But that was just the beginning.
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When I reached the age of twelve, all hell broke loose. I had bloomed.
A had became the young lady I was destined to be.
To others, that was a gift a blessing but to me, that was a curse.
My breasts had grown and my hips had broadened. I looked beautiful and mature.
And that fateful day I had bloomed. Was the day the devil welcomed himself into our household.
My uncle stared at me like a predator ready to hunt and I felt like I was in danger, in knee-deep trouble.
I felt uncomfortable when I was around him, so I kept my distance. I went to my room but I couldn't lock the door since my uncle removed the lock years ago.
I couldn't run. I couldn't scream. If I did no one would hear me. The house was like a cell. The doors were locked and so was the windows. There was no escape.
I missed the streets I missed my friends, I missed my parents, I missed my freedom.
One day as I was busy in my room reading a book that I had read over a thousand times since that was the only book my uncle was generous enough to give me.
My uncle came home drunk. He was more than drunk. His speech was slurred and his legs were wobbly.
He started calling my name, over and over and over and over. He screamed my name and I was terrified. I shivered and I covered my ears with a pillow. Tears streamed out of my myopic eyes and down my face.
Then... He stopped. At first I was unsure but after what felt like minutes. I removed my pillow and turned my head towards the door.
I gasped in horror. There he was! The devil spawn, the lunatic, my uncle!
He had a grin on his face , a devilish grin that was wickedly plastered on his ugly face.
"Found you" he said.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
YOU ARE READING
Take The World As It Is
Short StoryA book filled with short chapters. I may not know what you're feeling, I may not know what your going through but If you need me, I will always be with you. *** Sometimes life gets hard you know, maybe someone real close to you died or turned agains...
