As the truck took my mother, my father gave me the 'get in the house' evil look, i walked towards my little sister i was shaking far too much that i could barely walk. I attempted to put my bruised arms around her, she pushed me away as if it my fault for my mothers death. Was this for real?
I then felt a big 'BANG' on my head as i turned around causing me to be dizzy extreme. what have i honestly done to deserve this? I fell to the ground as that evil man 'father' grabbed me by my ears and dragged me inside the house, he whipped me as he slid off his belt.
I beleived that i would die that second after soo much harsh time. I then heard a phonecall my father recieved which built up all my tension. I then immediately panicking for breath, nobody could hear me.
i Panted as loud as i could, but impossible. Angela then slipped in and saw me, i hinted at her to grab me a cup of water and thats as she did, i drank as if i was dying of thirst which ofcourse, that was true.
She helped me drink as i fell asleep on her weak arms all of a sudden.
I then woke up to a bright day, nothing was there for me to enjoy but having to wake up to seeing Angelas beautiful face. I rubbed my eyes, and there.. a mirror caught my eye. Funny how a simple reflection can transform my smiles into frowns. Bravery from pain to tears. Its as if a evil spell was caught up in that mirror. I've always wanted to get rid of that mirror being infront of my face but obviously, in a house like this... im afraid of getting abused. It makes me think of my last 12th birthday when my mother was making fun of the way i look and sticking the mirror in my face and cracking then beating me up because apparently, my family say i have cracked the mirror.
A male voice suddenly graced my ears shouting 'YESSS!' as if the lottery has been won, a sense of delight appealed on my toneless light brown skin. Why was i happy? Perhaps there's good news.
I then heard him say "Get the guys! and dont forget the money, otherwise i wont give you the girl to use for prostitution."
Wait a minute, was 'this' girl me?
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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...