The broken and the torn

Chapter 3

Three years later…...

Kim hesitated to go to the kitchen she was hungry but decided that she just want to lay down a bit longer.

She lay there staring at the ceiling, she has gotten a bit older but is still depressed.

At this point in her life her mom had gotten married to her baby sister dad...

The baby was just some months old, her name was Madeline.
She was so cute and humble. And Kim can admit she really likes her step dad... He had replaced the missing father figure in her life and she was feeling much better by the day.

Her step dad( Fred) was the sweetest thing he came into their family and accept them all, all five of them without a care in the world.
He fathered them so well even his wife nieces and younger sisters. He was in deed sent from heaven.. .

He was everything to Kim, even when he slapped her face once because Madeline fell from the bed upon her watch..... She was angry at what happen and she had stayed with a neighbour until her mom came home from work......

She slowly put her hand to her cheek as if she had just gotten slapped. She remembered it quite vividly.

But she still loves him, he had cared for her in ways her dad hasn't.

The day was extremely hot and Kim was getting annoyed with the temperature. She wrapped her hands around her bare chest, comforting herself she was almost eleven and she didn't even have a small button where her breast was suppose to be.

All her friends had breast already and she was left being like the usual.

Her stomach sunk suddenly and she remembered how hungry she really is.

With that thought she raised her self from the bed and head straight to the kitchen....

Later that day she learnt her mom has left to go help her step dad with his hustling. He would do jerk chicken during the nights just for them to eat and be happy. He was really a father figure.

She was left home with just her siblings. She knew she was gonna be ok with them as things slightly changed with how they operate and treats her....

Night was slowly approaching when she saw her sister getting dressed. She was always observant of Catherine as she acted as if she was lined with gold. She watched her slowly brush her long hair which was slowly brushing below her shoulder.

She really admire her hair. She was really the opposite of her. Her hair was not more than 5 inches tall then, and negro was written all over it. Her mother's genes have been erased with her father's disgusting negro hair. Oh she hated that she was the different one. It irritated her soul and she began to eat at her nails.....

She was lost deep in her thoughts when the door opened, she jerked from laying down and sitting upright to see who has entered the room.

She felt relieved when she realized it was Paris' father Paul.
He was a very thick man, tall and looks like a giant. She liked him though as he is always being nice to her when no one else is....

He acknowledge her and she shook her head in acceptance of his gesture. He went over to Catherine, they were talking but she couldn't hear a thing their voices was so low.
But she wasn't gonna strain her ears to hear them either. She just sat and stared.

Her sister hurried to finished getting dressed and at this time she was wondering what is happening.

Where is she going at this time, and who was going to keep them???
Who was going to supervise them.
She wondered, then her answer came right along with Catherine voice pulling her from her thoughts..