Author's Note- This is my first time actually publishing anything! because school is -almost- over, I will be updating much more often! And just so you know, this first chapter will be all about me, with NO lies. That's a pinkie promise!!
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'Just remain strong till the end of it,' I tell myself while I lay eyes closed in my bed. 'Do not treat yourself to the point of thinking you are not good enough,' my mother always said; But she does not know that those days still haunt me like nightmares: the days when my "father" was still here, when he threatened and choked and chased. Yelling, arguing, every single night. All they did was fight. All those sleepless nights... 6 years old, nothing I could do. I went through every second of horror all because of them. Did I deserve them? Did I deserve to not know what a father really is? Of course not. But it is so.
She got up when he pinned her down that night, holding on to life so slightly and called the police. This was the fourth time he had gone off to jail. Scared, my brother, sister, and I, for what our future might hold. I never found out why they fought all those nights. All the screaming, all the crying still fresh as yesterday.
On school day mornings I would never wake up on time. My mom went off to work early so my father was the one who took us to school. I would never listen to him, I hated him, when he sternly told us to get up and get ready. I would lie in bed saying to myself, 'Just remain strong till the end of it.' I just wanted to get more rest; the rest that he stole from me from the night before. Even so, he would drag me by my hair just to make me get up. Some days I would have to watch my sister get dragged off the bed and onto the carpet getting carpet burn. I could do nothing or I would be next.
Even through all of this, I need to tell you that he was a loving, warm, funny, and a pretty good Papa, as we called him. He would buy us nice, unnecessary things although we were poor. He would cook for my Mama. They would kiss and swoon and giggle romantically. He took us to the beach and played 'gibie' (video games) and watched sports and cartoons with him. We would celebrate birthdays and he would make his own cupcakes for us for our class. He always made our birthday cakes and taught us how to ride a bike. He was amazing when he wasn't angry. I wish it could have always been like that, but they divorced when I was eight.
I have been through horrible things. Yet, to this day, I look back and see that only made me stronger. Now, I am like the sun.
Even through every cloud I shine with a smile. No matter how far away I am from everyone else I still glow with health. Sure I'll cry on the rainy days, but still glow after everything till I die because I know life is like a movie. Sure it has an end, but I'm not the actor. I'm the boss who makes the script.
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Okay! So now you know about my father and pretty much what I have to live with. Leave your comments about what you think! If you liked this chapter, click the little star to get more like this one! If you have any questions, please message me. This chapter's dedication-shout-out goes to KiahhBabyy for being the one to introduce me to Wattpad! Nykiah is an amazing, outgoing person and her stories are AMAZING TOO!! Check them out on the link above!
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