IT GETS BETTER WITH TIME. <NOT EDITED>

Charpter one-trapped

It all gets better right? soon the pain, hurt, the anger and hate will eventually come to an end right? everything I've prayed for shall be answered soon? Right?

It's been eleven years already and still the sexual, emotional and physical abuse is continuing. I keep telling myself he'll get tired of me, tired of molesting my poor body. I'm emotionally drained and physically I can't fight him anymore. He is just too strong for me and maybe if I easily give in to his obnoxious trashy behaviour, he'd spare my life and make it maybe less worse than it already is, so I wish. Who am I fooling? He's a toothless dog, he'd never change, not for anyone for that matter.

Sigh!

"You are mine Bitch, mine. I own your body!" he's sweating and all that nasty sweat keeps dripping down on my skin while he keeps humping faster and faster.

I don't cry anymore when this happens to me, all my tears have dried a long time ago, I don't see the point anyway, this is my normal life now. Has been actually.

I'm glad when his finally done. He picks his clothes up and with no care and guilt, he dresses himself.

"You smell like a whore, go take a shower, now!" He roars with a disgusted tone before he decides to head out the door.

I smell of his sweat, so who smells like a whore here? I drag myself to the shower and take a long dreadful one while at it. Life is not really fair on my side, ever since my parents died in a car accident eleven years ago. I couldn't believe my ears when my grandma told me that, my world just crumbled into tiny pieces.

But these things happen, it's called life. I guess it was my turn to carry that grief with me that gets better somedays but worse the other days.

I had to stay with my aunt and uncle because my grandma was just too old to take care of me, those are the words I remember being told and I had no relatives that I knew of. Not even from my father's side, they were all just useless beings. They exist of course but seem dead to me, I absolutely see no difference.

I didn't want to live with them, my mom never trusted this so called uncle of mine and months later I realised why when he placed a gun on my skull. "If you dare scream I'll blow off your brain." He said.

I knew exactly what he was about to do but I still hoped I was wrong. That's when the rape begun, the physical abuse amd hostility from my aunt, that's where my life changed.

I was home schooled since then, I was never allowed to have friends but I was well taken care of which is rather strange if you ask me but along the way, I understood the reason behind that. People weren't supposed to know or rather notice the abuse that continously happened in this household, friends and business partners weren't suppose to suspect even a thing.

I'd be dead if that mistake ever happened which I'd honestly choose rather than this hell of a life. Advantage of people who are rich, greedy and known by the community and half the country/world. Most of them think they have power and ownership on people who are seen weak and poor.

I've become so bitter that all I wish for them is a painful gradual death.

I think they deserve it.

I quickly prepare supper for them before marching back to my my bedroom to sleep off the pain that I carry with me.

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"Wake up Busisiwe." She slaps my exposed thighs very hard for my liking and with no other choice, I sit up straight very quickly and yawn.

What time is it anyway?