Not everything that glistens is gold, didn't your mother tell you that growing up?✨
Born with a nothing short of a gold spoon in her mouth as the heir to one of the richest Dynasties in Jamaica, the young Ms.Carter has life set out for her. From her...
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Taniyah Carter Dec. 08 📍Jamaica
Falling into my father's comforting arms I feel my tears begin to spill over again.
He hugs around me, whispering in my ear. "You're safe, I have you"
Another pair of arms wrap around me, recognizing them to be my mothers I cry even harder.
Imagine this man did beat me and kill me?
What if I didn't get downstairs when I did and Jordan hadn't been on his way back up to the house when I screamed?
I wouldn't get to hug my parents again? See them again?
Them woulda stay a Jamaica and hear seh them freshly 20 year old daughter was killed on her birthday trip by her psychotic boyfriend who wasn't even supposed to be there.
"I told you that boy was no good" she kisses me before starting to pray in Spanish.
When we finally release eachother and get in the car I sit in between them, resting my head in my fathers lap as I feel a headache coming on.
My body still hurting as he made sure to hit every part of me he could get . I currently have all the other bruises covered as I couldn't bear to look at them anymore.
Each cut, each mark, each hand and belt print made me sulk deeper not to mention the constant reminder of my sprained wrist and the glass splinter that was lodged into my foot.
I swear I hate Khalil for this!
Daddy gently strokes my hair while on the phone with uncle Jordan.
I tune out their conversation my mind flashing back to what he did to me after he beat me up, I begin to feel even worse.
He knows what I've been through in the past, and still he took advantage of me in my most vulnerable state.
When he knew he had me controlled by fear.
Feeling a hand wipe the tears from my eyes I glance up at my father to see the pitiful expression on his face.
We finally arrive at the house, I get out holding my father's hand as we enter our home.
I head straight up to my bedroom not saying a word to anyone as I lock my door and lay down on the floor on my fluffy white rug.
The sound of nails on the tile running towards me makes me aware of my puppies presence.
She runs into my arms coming to lay on me, snuggling up with her brings me a bit of comfort as she just lays calmly as if sensing that I'm in distress.
