"You are mine! Your hair, your lips, your touch, EVERYTHING IS MINE!" his constant shouting only made me cower in the corner, molding myself as if I'm a ball fearing he might hit me again.
I was on the verge of passing out my unfed body not being able to keep up with the rush of fear.
Thirteen, fragile, fearful and weak...a couple words to sum me up.
Four years of being abused in every way sexually, physically, emotionally by the very man who is suppose to protect me.
Father, Dad, Dada, Papa a few titles he used to own but not any more. The only name he deserves is Unmensch or in English a monster.
Hi, my name is Jahara Lalitya Omysha Yasmine Parker and I'm 25.
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This is my first book :) so just keep that in mind its quite crappy.