<pre>My life is messed up...
My own uncles try to raped me... My mother's own brothers used to try and sleep with me when my grandmother was never around... They used to hit me them times I used to cry... That is one thing that made me believe that there is a God... U see me when I was little I never used to believe that there was ever a God... But there has been times that I have been at home with just my uncles and they would try something but suddenly someone will start calling my name from no where and then they will begin to run away but when I get outside there will be no one there and it will leave me enough time to run away from the house to go and play outside... It hasn't happen ones every time they try do me something and I begin to pray in my head someone will call my name outside and I get the chance to run away from the house.... I bet you lot are wondering why I didn't tell my grandmother.. The only reason why I didn't tell my grand mother is because I didn't want to spoil the relationship between her and her only two sons... I didn't want to be selfish but thanks to the almighty God I'm still a virgin.. I still have me dignity...
Have you ever leaved a life where your own mother couldn't give two shits about you... There is a say from where I come from that parents are not meant to have favourites in their children... Well guess what, my mother is different, she like my two brothers better... She prefer them more than me and my sister...
You know what makes it worse I was raised my grandmother... My mother left me when I was 40 days old to come to this country. London. My grandmother breast fed me since I was little... She took care of me... Them times when my mother used to called and wished to talk to me... She was nice and lovely.. She sounded like she cared about me... But it was all a lie... She was just being fake...
I only saw her true character now that I leave with her... She is not like any other mother... She treats me like dog shit...
What kind of a mother feeds her favourites then after leaves u the dirty left over...
I have a father but I only see him two times a week and when I see him he is too busy because he is a pastor and he travels all around the world... So he basically doesn't have time for me and my sister... But do not get it twisted when he is around he does everything for me and my siblings...
You see, my mother and my father are not together and it is all my mothers fault because she decided to cheat on my father, with a villager man that do cleaning as his occupation... he can't even speak normal english... Anyways I do not blame him because neither can my mother...
My mother is just too cruel.. Before my father moved houses because he couldn't take my mother's foolishness anymore, whenever my father used to lie down in our living room chairs my mother used to hit him with one of them chairs pillow and tell him that he can not lie in there because he didn't buy it, but when that wretched man that she calls her boyfriend comes to the house he has the audacity to order me and my sister around and put his dirty rip socks on the sofa and my mother wouldn't say jack...
Them times I used to cry because I couldn't take the way I was being treated... But I do not think that woman is worth even just a little drop of my tears... I do not hate her actually come to think of it.. I respect her very much... And I holy do so because the Bible says honour your parents...
So I try my best... I have only leave with her for only 5 yrs and its like I have leave with her my whole life. Is like a mission that I can never complete leaving with this woman... She ruins my life...
She doesn't make me have friends and also my freedom... The only time that I have my freedom is when I'm out the house.. That is only when I have school.. So basically during school holidays.. I do not have any freedom... Unless my father is around and I decided to go around his and see him... And also another time I has freedom is when she is out of the country... Even though these times my older brother, being the bitch he is has a note book that records everything I do and the times I go out... Mmmm
Usually people think that Older brothers are meant to care for their little sisters and be proper protective.. Well not like my one.. He is just selfish... He wants everything to himself.. And he doesn't even care if I live... And he enjoys it when my mother shout at me and treats me like shit.. And again when I have something he wants some... You might think he is like 15 or something... Well he is a grown man... He is 22 and my mum still buy him boxers from primark... But when it comes to me and I need just a common period pad.. She will tell me to go to my father...
He still leave with us... And you know what makes it worse... He talks to my mum like shit and my mum sits there and laugh but let me just say something out of line.. It will be world war 3...
When I wasn't used to all of these things... I used to want to asked my mother if she was my real bother.. Because I know for a fact real mothers do not treat their own children like the way my mother treats me and my older sister... But then again me and her come out like twins... We look the sameee no joke...
But now I'm used to it... Its part of my life so I do not care...
When we are around people, my family is like the nicest people to be around with at that time, but as soon as we get home it is a whole different story... She will just tell me to change into house clothes and get to cooking for that monster, she calls boyfriend...
I never knew leaving my grandmother back home and coming to leave with my family will mess up my life...
It was that badd that in the middle of the night my older sister used to cut herself and cry... She used to cry for the whole night and she will also be bleeding on me... And whenever I used to try and stop her she used to punch me up... She was getting twisted because of the way my mother treated me and her... And she used to tell me never to stop her when she is releasing her pain out... I used to try and hide the scissors but then again in the middle of the night when she wakes up Graving for it... She knows that I have it then again she begins to cry and force me for it... Its like when she slits herself is a way of her being free and having a free mind... She told me is like being in heaven... I knew that she still loved be them nights when I wouldn't give her the scissors and then she will punch me up, because the next day she will go on her knees and apologise to me... But Thank God she stopped when she reached college
Imagine she used to deal with all these bull shit by herself and now I'm here with her is us two that have to deal with together....
... Right now I'm sixteen not a lot have changed...
My sister is now leaving with my dad because my mother kicked her out... Just Because she forgot to feed my little brother's launch... And she also finally had the Gus to put my mother in her place... And she couldn't take the truth... I know that is stupid but that's the mother I leave with so yh...
I'm the only one that is facing all the shit my mother's been doing... She has just gotten worse in da way she treats me... Sometimes because my sister moved out when we are all together like without my sister, we have some good old laugh... Even though half of the time I will not be in the living room I will be in the kitchen...
Now I got myself a boyfriend that is two years older than me... Sometimes I think I only have a boyfriend because I want someone close to me.. To care for me and love me... Don't get me wrong I'm still a virgin so yh...
My family do not know about me having a boyfriend, only. My sister does because if they did, then I will be dead... I will be back in Ghana by this time...
I have finished secondary school and waiting for my GCSE results now... I have been warn my the woman that if I get any Bs I might aswell start packing my things and finding myself a council flat or something...
My name is Erica Harrison, But my Family call me Mummie... For the reason I know off... I'm 16 years of age... I'm 3\4 Ghana and quarter Italian...
And this is the story of my messed up life...</pre>
