Shattered

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My name is Nuella Amarachi Okonkwo.

I'm from Abia state somewhere in Nigeria.

I lived in a small town with my parents, my brother, and sisters(only when they are around which is seldom).

I'm the last daughter amid two girls and a younger and only son.

Relax, my story isn't boring I'm just trying to introduce myself.

Now I'm done.

Oh, I forgot...

To describe me.

I came out of secondary school at age 15 and had to wait to enter into university since my parents could not afford to train me till one of my sisters graduated.

I was rather bigger than my age.

Like all round.

At age 16 and I was already a bra size 34.

I've always been fair and very beautiful.

I had a magnetic body, very sexy and curvy and I always attract the attention of the opposite sex.

I'm a Christian of course I go to church with my mom.

Ok, enough of all these.

Back to my traumatic story.

The day my life changed was the day my dad paid for a shop at Umuoba, a neighboring town.

My mom has always been a hard-working one.

Striving for me and my siblings for as far back as I can remember.

So when dad paid for the shop and had no money to stock up the shop because he spent the rest on beer.

Yeah, right my dad is a drunk.

Oh let's not forget, he's a liar, a cheat, a molester, and he's a lot more that you'll soon find out.

You're probably wondering how I can call my father all these names but when you've spent a decade and a half watching your father beat up your mother at the slightest provocation or your sisters or you then you'd understand.

So back to where I stopped.

My mom figured since he managed to pay for a shop, she managed to stock it up so that we could be feeding on there.

So mom went and got a loan from her meeting association.

Not a bank because she wasn't working so they wouldn't give her.

She was granted seventy thousand naira which we decided to use and invest in a popcorn business.

As God would have it, mom was able to buy the machine and every necessary equipment and some goods on credit which she promised to pay back.

Although they gave her the goods because she said she was a widow training four children.

I laughed when she got back because I knew that she was right.

We had a father who contributed nothing to our growth so we were as good as fatherless.

Mom set up the shop as a popcorn shop and we were doing pretty well because it was very sweet popcorn sold by a beautiful girl.

Yes, I know most of our customers patronize us because of me.

Just to say hi or talk to me.

Mom knows it too.

Everything was going smoothly although my sisters in school refused to come to see the shop.

They've bragged to their university friends that they lived at VGC(Victoria Garden City) at Lagos Island.

A posh place in my country.

Very classy.

So they can't be seen lurking around in an empty shop.

It wasn't good for their image.

I laughed at that thought.

The things my sisters were willing to accomplish.

Well, my life was pretty much amazing aside from the fact that I had an abusive, drunk, sorry excuse of a father, I had an amazing mom I loved who loved me too, beautiful and wonderful two older sisters, and an annoying but lovely five years old brother.

My life was without drama.

Uncomplicated.

Until I met him...

A/N:

Ok guys the story is just beginning.

I just had to summarize a bit of what's been happening in her life before the trauma. 😂

The next chapter will have a lot of interactions and it's going to be amazing.

I'm itching to write more.

Stay tuned as Nuella continues her tale.

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