When i was eight years old my life was perfect.
My mother was a loving and caring woman, my father was everything to me, he was my hero and my older sister used to be my best friend.
That was until out of nowhere my parents changed. My father would get home and call my sister to his room and once she would get in he would lock the door.
I always thought they were having some father-daughter time and didn't want me interrupting but little did i know that behind those doors my sister was being sexually abused by my so called father.
One day mom came home earlier than ever and she found my sister and my dad locked in their room. She thought my sister was offering herself to my dad and as soon as he unlocked the door mom stabbed my sister to death and my father just stood there and watched.
I wasn't supposed to see but i got hungry and i wanted to get a snack. I was scared and i wanted to help my sister get up but as soon as my mom saw me she charged at me and right there i wished i was a faster runner.
She didn't stab me but with the knife she started cutting me everywhere except for the face because she thought i knew this whole time. After she cut aalmost my whole body she grabbed the broom stick and started hitting me with it.
My father was just there watching the whole scene with a dirty smile on his face.
I almost passed out but thank god the front door was open and this time i ran as fast as i could because my life depended on it. I got around the corner and right there were two police officers.
They were outside their car chatting and once they saw my bloody appearance they reached me and i told them what was going on. They called another unit and we headed to my house.
Mom wasn't home but my dad was packing his stuff and getting ready to leave. When he saw us arrive he ran to the window and was about to scape but one of the police officers shot him in the leg and arrested him. My mom didn't get arrested for like three days.
The cops dropped me off at the hospital and called my grandmother to let her know the situation. She arrived as soon as she could.
I still remember how she came to my bedside crying and thanking God that i was still alive and saying how she couldn't believe what my parents have done to Juliana, my only sister, and me.
After two weeks of my recovery we went to trial and my parents got deported. First i moved in with my grandmother because i was still too young to look after myself but after i turned thirteen i told my grandma it was best if she got me a place because i wanted to be alone for a while and she agreed and got me a place right across the street from her.
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Hey guys!! So i will be continuing the story, thank you so much for your support. Next chapter will be really really soon.
Jabneel😘😘
