I heard from the neighbours that my mother ran away because of my father, but i still don't see the reason why she left me behind in this wicked part of the world.
She knew how dangerous my father was and still left me to go through what she couldn't endure for almost half of my entire life. She's also very wicked and no one can tell me otherwise.
I hated her even when i didn't know her or what she looked like,i hated the imaginary her. I hated myself too for not dying before that criminal raped me for the first time. I wouldn't be hating myself more if i had died in the process. He wouldn't have done that to me if i had fallen dead on one of those days i got beaten like an animal.
At the age of five i...