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 started attending a public primary school, before then Mrs George had seen me sitting alone across her house on a school day. She's been of great help since a long time ago. She sorted out the entry fee, school uniform and also the books i needed.I was lagging behind but it felt good that i was also going to school like every other child did.
Some teachers thought i was doing well than the others considering the fact that i was older than the class, so i got promoted twice, bringing me closer to the classes my age mates were.
Mrs george invited me to her house on of those days and that was how i and Harry became friends. Their family was really of great help to me. I remember when i saw my period for the first time, fortunately for me i was at Harry's place, she had seen the blood stain from afar and accompanied inside the house,told me how to wash it off and gave me lectures and advices. She would get me sanitary pads every month, she never missed it until i was able to afford it myself
Some months after the first rape incident my step brother raped me again, this time he barged in, put his finger on his lips with a monstrous face as a sign to tell me to keep quiet cos i jerked off in fear at the sight of him,looking for an escape route but he was too big to not catch me if tried to escape
This time i didn't struggle to let go cos i knew it was a waste of time. He did it again and again,countless times.
No one still was aware,i didn't mention it anyone not even Harry's mother that said to always confide in her if anything was up but the fear i had for my step brother was more than anything.
Harry and his family relocated abroad and i felt like the only family i got left me but before they left they helped me get a job as a sales girl in a canteen, it was the only standard type in the neighbourhood .
Around that time i was two years into secondary school,a little too young but i needed to work to help myself out with basic needs. I got paid at the end of every day. It helped me through the remaining years of my secondary school. Most of the time i wouldn't go home, I felt more safe sleeping at the canteen than going home.
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