It's true what they say about dealers. Drug dealers should NEVER get high on their own supply. I learned that the hard way. The day my mother died, and my father left me for dead.
11 years ago
I was rooted to my spot. Unable to take my eyes off of the scene in front of me. I was used to it by now. Hell, they've been screaming the roof off since I was a newborn. But this time, it was different. I could see the hatred and frustration they had towards each other this time. They looked like demons. Their eyes were wide and wild with no warmth in them, only coldness. My heart pumped in my chest with each curse, with every accusation, with each tear that rolled down my mom's cheek, with every step my dad took towards her.
Dad: Mwen ba ou tout bagay, Amara! Epi ou ale epi fout l 'dèyè do mwen?!
Translation: I give you everything, Amara! And you go and fuck him behind my back?!
Mom: Mwen pa janm manyen nonm sa a. Ou fou Josef. W ap itilize twòp
Translation: I never touched that man. You are crazy Josef. You are using too much
Dad: FEMEN FOK LA, CHEN!
Translation: SHUT THE FUCK UP, BITCH!
My mom and I visibly flinched at his outburst.
Dad: Kilè ou pral aprann jis fèmen fout la
Translation: When will you ever fucking learn to just shut the up
He said in a calmer tone, making my heart calm down a bit. But what he did next would scar me for life.
'BANG BANG'
An involuntary scream left my lips at the sudden noise of the gun. My mother's body fell to the ground with a hard thud, causing another scream to leave my lips, louder this time. My father's head snapped to mine. His eyes were frightening, he looked dissociated and erratic. So frightening that my knees buckled, and I fell to the ground and covered my face from his harsh glare. I thought that was it. I thought he would kill me the same way he killed my mother.
I shook with fear as I laid on the cold tiles. I was fragile in the moment, vulnerable. Every time I heard his movements, my heart dropped to my belly. His erratic muttering was what scared me the most. I couldn't cry at that moment. I was too afraid. Afraid that it would trigger him and he would shoot me dead next.
I laid there for hours, covering my eyes and listening attentively for any quick or sudden movements. And there it was. I heard his loud footsteps get closer and closer until he stood in front of me.
Dad: I hope you know that your mother deserved it for ruining our family. For fucking that man, while we were home waiting for her to return.
I was still, as still as I could be. I was afraid to trigger him or set him off.
Dad: GADE MWEN!
Translation: LOOK AT ME!
I looked up quickly, didn't have to tell me twice. My heart pumped out of my chest as I stared into the harsh eyes of my father. He had no remorse for what he had done. He looked like a monster.
Dad: I'm leaving for good. Here's some money. Be a good girl, hear me?
Elodie: Wi, papa
Translation: Yes, daddy
He nodded, before handing me the money. He began heading out the door, but he suddenly turned back to me, causing anxiety to fill me once again.
Dad: Oh epi rele lapolis pou manman ou
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Through The Abyss
RomantikElodie's life has been marked by trauma, abuse, and silence. From the devastating loss of her mother to the exploitation by her father and later her boyfriend Daniel, Elodie has learned to navigate the darkness by numbing herself with drugs and self...
