The Life Of Destiny White {BOOK 1}

1. Nightmare

DESTINY ALEXIS WHITE

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"We're moving back to Detroit!" my mother busted in my room as I was trying to go back to sleep. My mother always knew how to interrupt my sleep.

"What??? Woman, are you crazy?" I yelled sitting.

"Yo daddy died a week ago so we're moving because it's safe now."

Like life couldn't get any worse for me. I already don't like the dumb mess and the people in Detroit now I have to officially move there AGAIN. My mom keep thinking I care about my daddy being dead but I really don't care at all. He needs to rot for everything he has done to me. It's so hard to really explain. I always thought there was something wrong with my father when I was little. Every single night my mother closed at work my father would act very weird around me. This started when I was 11 years old. I never suspected him to prey on his own daughter, this continued on for two in a half years. My mother took a trip to North Carolina and she left me home with my father for a few days. Those days were the most terrible I've ever had.

"Destiny wake up baby" he woke me out of my sleep.

"What's wrong dad?" I said yawning.

"Just come here" he said with his robe on.

I was about 13 years old and I will never forget how much that night caused me so many nightmares afterwards. That night I only had a shirt and panties on. I was taken to his big room and grabbed from behind. Then he pulled me closer.

"Dad what are you doing? Stop!!" I yelled.

"Be quiet" he laid on me on the bed and began to kiss me. I pushed away and he suddenly slapped me as my eye began to hurt. Every time I tried to escape he trapped me and slapped me even harder.

"Just take it!" he took my panties and shirt off and licked down in my private area. I tried to yell but all I could do was silently cry. He unzipped his pants and wrapped my legs around him, I tried to fight back but he had me pushed against the bed. He began to thrust and all I could do was feel the pain as my father forced me to do such thing. He kept thrusting and my sight became blurry with tears. I couldn't even remember everything else but being left in the bedroom all by myself. I cried to sleep, there was no way I could tell any of my other family or friends. It was hard to even tell my best friend. A whole month went by without my mother knowing because I was speechless and frightened.

"Why are you so quiet, you haven't said a word to me and definitely not your father...what's wrong?" She asked.

"Nothing mom" I said looking down.

I couldn't tell my mother what happened because I was scared of what could happen to me. Another night my mom left me with him and once again tried to have sex with me. My mother came home early and saw him pressed against me on the kitchen counter. He called me a slut and lied and said I made him do it. I started to believe that he wanted a child from me or he was just feeding on me since mom wasn't home that much. My parents ended up getting divorced and my dad went to jail for attempted murder. He's the reason why I am the antisocial person I am now. I feel so dark and depressed inside. Ever since my dad raped me we lived in California where some of my cousins were. I didn't like it but it was the only way I could stay away from my perverted dad. From then my mother got laid off and she began to drink and smoke cigarettes. She would sometimes just yell at me for no reason while she was drunk. I believe deep down what my father did to me she felt she was responsible for it in a way. If I didn't exist, her life would probably just fine with or without him.

Meanwhile, I was struggling in life. My big brother Brian became a drug dealer and he got kicked out of school just 4 months before graduation. The principal at his school found that he was selling at the school so he was expelled. Brian and my mother would sometimes get into huge arguments that would sometimes get physical. He still acted as a role model to me though he was never a good example and he couldn't even take care of himself. He hated dad just as much as I did but for different reasons. It seemed like throughout the years more and more people were dying. One day I was with Brian just stopping by the gas station to get some snacks. Right in front of me he was shot dead by some dude that Brian owed money to, it made me feel like I only had myself. Brian was the best big brother I could ever ask for even with his bad habits.

So now that I have to go back to the city that caused me so much hell, this life doesn't seem to be getting any better. I am 17 years old and I definitely don't have time for this at all. I'm ready to go on with life, I'm almost grown. I had to kiss the nice weather, places, and people in California goodbye.

Next stop: Detroit, Michigan