The Butterfly .

Deborah

"Get out of my sight you ugly creature !!!!. I regret the day i bore you " The middle aged woman shouted  at the young girl standing before her .

"I said get out" she yelled again this time she was physical. She hit the young lad so hard  with her rough hand . The girl fell to the ground unconscious.

Deborah woke up sweating and panting,it was just another dream which was also a reminder of her childhood.

Why did the woman hate her so much?? She never knew why her mother hated her so much, anytime she asked her grandmother why, the seventy two  year old woman would just give her a tight hug.

"Was she that ugly"??

Wasn't a mother supposed to love her child even if it looked like a monkey"??

Those where the questions Deborah kept on asking herself when she was still little .

     Mrs Jacob , her mother  was a dire hard woman, always on king sized bed , laying lazily with half a bottle of whiskey clenched in her right arm . She was a drunkard. She never got out of the room except in case of emergency or when she was sorber which she hardly was .
Deborah was her only child and she lived with her, her father,  ....... well  was a story for another day.

      Deborah drained, lay conscious on the bed to pained  and hurt to remember. Her journey to teenagehood wasn't special , she wasn't living with her mother again she had to get used to living with her aunty .
Her father's sister who took her in when her mother died of kidney faliure. Despite the mother's harsh treatment she still loved her and prayed her mother who love her too . One day she believed .
Now that her mother was dead there was no need for a hope of change.

    Her aunty.  Miss Clair  unlike her mother, loved her like no other, The woman was a former supermodel.  She made sure Deborah's wardrobe was up-to-date, she had spa care .
She wanted Deborah to look and feel like a Queen. The woman was single. She wanted a child that was why she showered Deborah with love.

          Deborah got off her bed and made her way to the bathroom.  When she looked at the mirror in the bathroom. She could see bags under the eyes caused by her late lack of sleep, it was becoming regular .

Cucumber would do the trick . She had to prepare for school.  It was already morning. As the cooling sensation of cold water streamed down her now bare body. Deborah hoped the day would go normal like it always did .