He Became The Bad Boy

Past tense.

So.. author's note at the beginning, I think you should read it for a quick explanation. The first few chapters were written down as I started this journey. That's why they were written in present tense. Then shit went down. I didn't write anything at all after what I will describe in this chapter went down.

I had to contemplate whether or not I wanted to post the journey at all, and obviously I did end up posting it. It's been 2 months after I returned to the states. I wrote the summary on wattpad and then went ahead and posted what I had originally. From now onwards it'll be written in past tense. It documents my experience how it happened. A lot of this from now till end will be from my memory. So stay tuned.

That's all, thanks again. Don't be too harsh because this was a horrible and difficult part of my life.

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My mom has 5 siblings. Uncle Nur is the oldest, then follows Rahima, my mom, Uncle Amin, Aunt Zia, and then Raina. The rest are demons, except for Unless Nur and Raina. Or so I thought.

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I screamed at the top of my lungs as my head was bashed again against the wall, making my vision blur.

Rahima sneered, grabbing what was left of my hair and pulling my neck as far back as it would go. "I can assure you that anyone who hears you will side with us. I warned you what you were in for, girlie, but you thought you were too clever."

She slapped me on the side of my face as hard as she could, making my head jerk uncomfortably against the grip she had on my hair.

My scalp was on fire.

Zia grabbed my shoe, shook the hair off it and then threw it squarely at my face. I couldn't dodge it on time, given the position I was in.

I felt the whip slice down on my arm and then on my back, a thin trickle follow its path.

I tried again to shake them off to no avail.

Zia came and pulled my other arm back to keep me from lashing back at them.

Rahima hacked up a gob and spit on my face.

The revulsion she saw on my face made her laugh. She was enjoying herself. I wanted to rip her smug head off.

Simigo joined in the family fun by spilling the hot tea he was drinking all over my head and face.

I got some relief knowing the tea at least washed the spit off.

He saw me relax a little and hit me on the face with the ceramic cup, smirking.

He grabbed my chin and brought my face closer to his disgusting one. "Being an American citizen doesn't make you untouchable like you thought, bitch. We can do whatever we want to you here. We can even kill you."

He punched me.

Then he did it again because he knew he could get away with it.

His words paired with the situation I was in didn't do anything more to me. At this point, death would be welcome. Anything to get away from these monsters.

I kept thrashing back and forth, trying to get away from them.

"Stay sane, Hana," I silently urged myself, blocking out the pain.

"No one helps immoral whores like you in this country. Your fate lies in our hands. We can do whatever we want to you. You are worth nothing." Uncle Amin said to me and lashed me again with the two-tongue black Maasai whip.

I ground my teeth together as hard as I could to keep myself from crying out and saw the disappointed look in his eyes. He wanted me to scream.