i love you

Part 1 : Daddy no

Millicent POV:

I was 4 when he first touched me. So young and innocent, I don't know what I did wrong. I didn't understand why he had so much anger and hatred towards me.

Why?
I remember that night like it was yesterday. My mama went out with her friends and wasn't supposed to come home until night. My dad came in my bedroom to help me put on my new pyjamas he bought me customised with my name in gold lettering. He combed my hair out of the way, instead of leaving afterwards his hands traced my small fragile body until he got to my pearl. I didn't know what to do but stay quiet, it felt so weird. He started hurting me and rubbed his fingers around and I began screaming because i was in pain. I remember shouting for my mama but she never came; I was left to fend on my own.
Between my tears I heard the keys on the door rattle so I screamed louder I wanted whoever it was to save me. My older brother Darnell burst in my room and beat my dad to the ground, my mama came home not long after and they were all fighting infront of me while I hid in the corner as far away as possible. I remember my dad pushing Darnell of him forcefully and reached in his pocket jacket then 4 bullets went of .
She feel to the ground. She wasn't moving. Not long I heard sirens and the ambulance outside but I couldn't move, I was just staring, my mother was dead infront of me.
The ringing sounds in my head were horrible, I felt like I was spinning and all I could see has my mama lying there lifeless. I love my mama so much I couldn't think of life without her, my protector, my guidance, my support and backbone was gone and never to come back.
Not long did I hear sirens of the ambulance getting closer and one of them slowly walked into my room and took my mom away. Darnell carried me out and that was what remained of the scene.
Age 5 I went to court and my dad was sentenced to death in prison.
It's only me and Darnell who have each other, no one to love us or show us what love is supposed to be but ourselves. Now I'm 14 and Darnell is 20, and life is hard but over the years he was all I had, all I could hang onto for support and was a better father figure than our dad ever was been.