No Such Thing As Love

No Such Thing As Love

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I was a straight A student . Teachers never complained about me. Whenever a teacher called the house it was either for Donte or Isabelle. When I first moved in with them I was 9, Donte was 11 ,and Isabelle was 10. Aunt Tiana wanted them to be like me, every thing I did was to be an example for Donte and Isabelle. They didn't like that idea, not one bit. They would be nice to me when aunt Tiana was there but when she left they would double team me and beat the shit out of me. When aunt Tianna got back, they would make me tell her I went out and got beat up by kids on the street or fell while cleaning. When they snook out the house they would make me cover for them and when they got caught they would , well you know.Then they would turn right around and say I love you Aiko . Yes that's my name. Nice right .Aiko is a very common Japanese name with a lovely meaning that is rarely heard outside the Asian community. Pronounced ah-ee-ko. It means love, or beloved one. Funny because I don't believe in love. Its not real, if my dad loved my mom he would never have killed her. If love was real then there would be no wars. if love was real Donte and Isabelle would be my friends instead of my enemies. Every day Aunt Tianna came home , Donte and Isabelle were gone and I had different bruises. She would hold me for hours, and pray for hours longer until the the evil siblings came home and saw her loving me up. why they hated me so much . Mabey ill never know.I am Aiko theres no such thing as love. That means theres no such thing as me love is not for everyone,...... or is it?
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Change to disclaimer: I censored their name because they were getting death threats. THIS BOOK IS COMPLETE In my younger years, I accepted toxic manipulation and emotional abuse as normal and a sign of love. I've dealt with lying and manipulation all my life but never classified it as wrong since it all came from someone I loved: my father. I never fought back because I was raised to put trust in him because we were kin. A decade later, I come across Wattpad with a warm and loving community, and through mutual friends meet THEM. We then start dating on and off and then finally break up. Before we do break-up, they made me vow to never tell anyone what I had gone through and discovered about them. I said yes without hesitation because I was still madly in love with them and stupidly loyal; but as two years pass I realize I promised to not tell anyone about their true self so they could continue to do what they did to me and to silence me because they knew I still had feelings for them and was formidably loyal. I became damage control so they could continuously drag in new weak-minded people like me and make them go through the same pain and groom them to shower them with attention every second of the day and when they didn't; they made them feel as if they were wrong. They made their lovers feel like they were the bad guy and insignificant at the same time. In Present day, this still haunts me to the point I only get a few hours of sleep. My ex isn't here now and I feel I must share not only as a way to warn readers of people like them and how his definition of love is actually far from the truth, but as way of closure for myself.

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