A silent tear began to stroll down my face, my mouth began to water bitterly. I grinned my teeth and looked to the ground. I couldn't take this any longer. I stood up covering my face with a fake smile, making my hideous reflection look stronger, I was born a champion; I can face whatever's heading my way.
I tried to look as strong as I can but that was far too difficult, but if I cannot face up to this, my life my life may be even difficult in the future besides, how will I face up to that? Before even sleeping, the clock hit 3:00am then I started to get all confused as to why I wasn't sleeping.
*For someone in my situation, how will I be able to sleep? I couldn't take this any longer, I want to be pain and hate-free. I want to find someone that considers my company worth while. I got up in pain and agony preventing me from making any noise, I heard carefully to see if anyone was awake. The cost was clear.. I took a deep breath and looked around in case I had anything valuable to take with me I paid a little visit to my baby 4 year old sister and she was fast asleep, the only human who ever offered me a smile I woke her up and told her that I would take her somewhere fun, she smiled and accepted. Why was I taking her with me? Where will I go? I've only got tonight because tomorrow, I'll have to go Nigeria with the man that raped me, and if I leave my sister here, she'll be the new slave of replacement. I cannot let that happen, she'll be treated like dirt, I don't want her to remember life the way I do now. I want her to predict I'm her mother, because iwill be treating her like my daughter.
She's the only one that has a place in my heart at the moment, the only one who has ever made me smile. I got her what was left in the kitchen, I haven't eaten for 2 whole days but still, I'd rather she eats. Like every one informed me, I'm not important. We walked downstairs, me covering my sisters (Angela's) mouth preventing her from shouting or talking with excitement.
As we left the house in such hurry I smiled and re-assured her everything will be fine she replied 'yes mama'. She called me mama, I feel like her mother, I really do pity that whore in the house known as our mother. As we walked, me carrying her with no energy a man started running to us, covered up, dropped me on the grass and Angela screaming with fright.
He left her and dragged me to the inner covered field and there it was again... i felt my body breaking apart, he done it, the third man that ever hurt me, my father, my new husband and this guy. What do they want from me? The pain. Rape. Deja vu.
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Ugly; Insulted, Abused & Raped
RomanceHave you ever felt a bit ugly? Unwanted? Abused? Insulted more than you expect? Depressed? Well, read on to find the perfect solution because these few chapters can inform you more than you actually know about life. The moral of this emotional story...