I was just 8 years old
My father slapped my mom.
My mom went to live with her mom and dragged me and my brother along with her.
A few days later, I ran away from school to see my father. I regretted leaving school that day...
My mom was worried, looking everywhere for me. When she found out I was at home waiting for my father, she rushed and took me to my grandmother's house.
My grandmother was waiting on me, with a whip. I kneeled before her and looked her in the eyes as she branded and burst my flesh.
I looked over to my mother. Not a single tear filled her eyes. I watched my mother watch me getting beaten by my grandmother. She didn't stop her, she didn't cry.
I held my tears in. I gaved up. I stopped crying and took my beat. My skin was bleeding. My grandma didn't stop for a second.
When I went to take a bath, I started crying. I cried and cried, but no one heard.
I screamed in silence.
A few days later, I went to see my father, u wore, long sleeve shirt, as a tomboy, it was strange to my father, he knew I don't like those things. The place was burning hot.
My father called for me to come. When I went, he held my arms. A sting of pain went through my body. My father looked at me and took my shirt off...
He saw the brusies, the marks, the blood spots all over my arms. He was furious, he took me to his uncle, who was a police officer, we went to my grandmother's house...
As we stand there, my father and grandfather(dad side) and my dad uncle, starts yelling. My grandmother didn't budge. She was getting jail..
I should've been happy, but I wasn't. I looked at my grandmother and my mother, and I turned to my father and told him no. To don't do it. Let it be..
