Dear diary: Unmasked

My Life. part ii

"your going to live in Miami." my parents told me.

later on, they told me that my mom wasn't coming. They told me i wasn't allowed to tell anyone. After two good months of second grade, i flew to Miami. I left all the hate to get more hate.

We all lived with my dads aunt and her husband.

By "we" i mean chuck, ashley, my dad, my other uncle john and i. So the 5 of us.

We didnt go to school for 6 months.

After 6 months, we moved out of my dad's aunt's house.

Chuck and his daughter Ashley moved to Massachussets.

My dad moved to New York to my mom's cousin's house. My uncle John moved to West Palm Beach Florida and i Stayed in Miami wit my aunt Lucifer.

Lucifer seemed nice for awhile until she made me into her personal slave. she hit me with brooms,mop, stick, and shoes.

She punched,kicked, slap, threw, push and slammed my head places.

Sometimes, she made me sleep on the cold floor and when se wasnt as mad the rug in front of m cousins bed.

She made me clean every single day, i never had time for homework or studying.

I wasnt allowed to watch tv, use the computer, play video games, play, ask for things, have opinions, say what i want or like.

i woke up every morning for school, made my bed, wake my cousin up, make her bed, wait for my aunt who hada bathroom in her bedroom to shower in the main bathroom because she couldnt fit, an my cousin to brush her teeth and not shower.

After they finished and left, i shower, put on my uniform and walk to school.

At 3 when school ended, i walked really fast from school before she got home, swept the house, have her call to give me instructions to start dinner, or she would be home then and she would just tell me.

She hit me with spoons and knives when im not doing it right. During cooking dinner, i had to prepare things and clean up. After dinner was cooked, i had to clean and get everyones plates.

It was already 7-8 pm then.

We ate,which was ussually wheat. We hated wheat. When she got tired of wheat and there were leftovers, i ate wheat thats days old and everyone else had something else.

On fridays, were sabbath which means i had to do more work and faster.

i had to get home, cook, clean my cousin's bedroom, clean the bathroom, clean the kitchen, sweep, mop, clean the leaves off the backyard, and pick clothes out for church tomorow.

All of that before sunset.

On saturday, i had to wake up, wake my cousin up, eat breakfast, wait for my aunt to shower in the main bathroom for 45 minutes, and my cousin to shower, and then shower and get dressed.

i used to wake up earlier than everyone so my aunt would do my hair but over time she didnt want to do it anymore and the rare times she did, i would look like a 4 year old did my hair and would secretly fix it. She pulled out all of my hair and it got very short and unhealthy.

My cousin started doing my hair and it got worst so one saturday i did my hair on my own and they never did my hair on saturdays again.

At church, no one knew what was going on with me, If they were suspicious they were afraid to ask becuse they were afraid of my aunt or dislike her.

A haitians way of raising kids is bullying, and abusing, so i was alone. It was a small church with about 40-50 people including kids per saturday.

On sundays, i cleaned everything, evrywhere all day. from 8a.m-9p.m no breaks. It was also when my dad called.

i cleaned, both bathrooms, my cousin's bedroom, the guest room that my aunt used to keep her clothes in and applied her makeup there, the kitchen, all 52 cabinets, the stove, the mini oven, the microwave.

i had to dust everything, sweep, mop, do laundry, cook, wait on my aunt and cousin, sweep the driveway, pick up leaves and fold clothes and put them away.

i finished at 9-9:30 pm.

This went on for 4 years.

My dad called and told her he was going to get me. My aunt was furious ad she took all anger out on me, sending me to my dad with a huge scar on my forehead.

As soon as we landed new york, i got out of the airport and my dad waited for me with this woman.

They held my bag and we got into a red car and drove off.

We drove all the way to queens Jamaica ave.

and when we got to a tall house we got out.

we went upstairs on the second floor.

Inside, was a messy kitchen, and curtain held by pipes around. My dad led me to the curtain and I opened it and there was a queen size bed, a fan, a nightstand, and a rack for clothes holding.

I fell in love with the little space.

I talked to my mom that night, the woman was still there.

A few days later they told me they were dating.

She made me go to food pantries and took my dad's money to pay for the parking of a big ass truck full of junk, literally.

she also had a van, it smelled really bad and it was so dull of junk, you couldnt see the windows or seats, you just knew they were there because you can see the junk piling up inside the van.

they cost a lot of money.  700 dollars for the van each month ad 1000 something for the big ass moving truck each month.

my dad went to the grocery store and brought us food, but she assist on not.  she wanted to get free food from food pantries for the poor.

i never brought clothes because she wanted to save my dad's money for her trucks and grown ass adult kids, who were in their 20s.

i hated her.

she was annoying and treated me like i was 3, because she missed havng children and she wanted to spoil me with toys.

2 months later, my dad and her got into a fight.  The next week, he snuck me out of the house into a bus, train, and airplane.

i went to live with my dad's sister, she was a total stranger.

she was great and laid back, she had 3 kids.  One lived with his dad and the other 2 with her.  the older girl was 16, the other was 1.

After 10 months of being bullied again, and harrassed. i left JFK middle school.

i was going into 7th grade.

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