My Mama used to give me sweets and dress me up prettily, I used to twirl around in front of my papa but he never took any notice,
My Mama signed me up for dance classes while Papa smoked and drinked, then things started to become so bad we had to go to another counrty.
My Mama fell sick and I was heartbroken, thought that if she died I would have no one to love me and unfortunately, I was right.
My Papa paid no attention to me and my clothes became so torn and tattered, my hair tangled and dirty, my body started to smell, I screamed and cried for attention but my Papa just ignored me.
I hated my Papa.
I didn't know when things got so bad but I was only just a child, I tried one day to beg on the streets but my papa caught me and whipped me untill i was sore.
I cried and wept for my mama untill I became seventeen. I had never gone to school, never had good food and I was sure I was dying. My mama's lullaby came back to me from what seemed like a million years ago. She said:
'When you fall down, no one can pick you up but yourself.'
I did odd jobs around the town, I ran errands for people I didn't know, I never joined the bad gangs and never did bad things, and I vowed to myself that I would never live in poverty.
I came home one day to find my father fuming, I thought something was wrong untill I saw the whip in his hands and I was torn.
Why couldn't my own father love me and treat me right? I thought, I ran into the kitchen and decided to end this once and for all. I took the knife from the kitchen table and tried to plunge it into his heart. I saw the look of disbelief in his eyes as I stabbed him over and over again.
I felt his pain but I didn't stop in determination to end this. I cried once I found out what I had done and once again asked myself when it had come to this?
The police came later that day and I made up a story for them. Instead of going to foster care I went to my friend who gave me money's house to live. My friend let me in happily and i finally felt free.
You may have noticed that I have been speaking in past tense and that is because it was past and i remember that day clearly.
My friend came into my room that night, and lay in between my thighs, he kissed my cheek then down my neck then whispered into my ear:
'Good you killed your father, I have been waiting for so long, my dear sex slave.'
