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Need Somebody to love me
CHAPTER 3
IN TROUBLE.
I saw my step mom looking at me with hatred in her eyes. This could only mean one thing, trouble and maltreatment at home. But am used to it, why won't I? Ever since my parents death, hatred and beatings is the only gift I have received from my step mom. At times, I try to hate them, but then I will remember that at least they have given me shelter. But life must go on, no matter how bad the roads and accommodation are. I am here to celebrate and I must celebrate. Before I could move forward, someone slapped my shoulders, I turned to see, the king son, the reason for this party. This party is to welcome him home from abroad. I quickly bowed. But he took my hand in his and politely ask"May I have this dance?". The word shock cannot describe the feeling in heart. The whole prince Stanley want to dance with me. I wanted to say no, but who am I to reject the prince . I nod and he lead me to the dance floor. Am not a good dancer but I am fast learner, I was quick to imitate his steps. I heard good compliment from the older people, whilst the ladies look at me with jealous eyes , including Joyce and Janet, my step twin sisters. But I don't care about them. They can do their worst when we get home.
The party ended with smile on everyone face, including me. It is six o'clock in the evening. I quickly run home with the prayer that, I can finish cooking before my haters reach home. But before I can even finish peeling the Yam, I heard my step mom shouting my name"Precious! Precious!!, Where is that stupid girl" . My heart skip a beat but I assure myself that everything will be alright. "Am here Aunty." I answered, keeping my head low.
"Hurry and serve as dinner. My beautiful daughters are starving." Aunty Sandra said. But how can she say that when we all just closed from the party.
"please Aunty, it... will .. be ready soon" I answered with my voice shaking.
" Aunty it will be ready soon"She repeated my speech and laugh out loud, the frown returned and she proceed" So you know you are supposed to cook and you were there, throwing yourself on men, seducing men to dance with you right" I didn't. dare answer, so she continue"U witch, useless girl, good for nothing. No wonder your parents left you alone in this world. Do you know why, because you are a shame to them. Stupid girl!" She insulted and slapped me the moment she finish with her speech.
"Mom, can you ask where she got that dress she wore to the party" My step sister Janet said with a wicked smirk on her face.
"Am sure she has been stealing your money mom. She even has makeup, she wants to compete with us" Joyce added.
"I know you are a thief, Robber, how dare you. " Aunty Sandra said and before I can protect myself, she started. beating me with firewood. Her daughters support her by beating me with their shoes. At that moment the only thing I can think and ask myself is "Do I really look that bad?. Is it my fault that I am orphan, Don't I have that right to be a happy. Can someone love me like I am." I let the tears flow, the pain in my heart is greater than what they are inflicting on my body
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IN TROUBLE.
I saw my step mom looking at me with hatred in her eyes. This could only mean one thing, trouble and maltreatment at home. But am used to it, why won't I? Ever since my parents death, hatred and beatings is the only gift I have received from my step mom. At times, I try to hate them, but then I will remember that at least they have given me shelter. But life must go on, no matter how bad the roads and accommodation are. I am here to celebrate and I must celebrate. Before I could move forward, someone slapped my shoulders, I turned to see, the king son, the reason for this party. This party is to welcome him home from abroad. I quickly bowed. But he took my hand in his and politely ask"May I have this dance?". The word shock cannot describe the feeling in heart. The whole prince Stanley want to dance with me. I wanted to say no, but who am I to reject the prince . I nod and he lead me to the dance floor. Am not a good dancer but I am fast learner, I was quick to imitate his steps. I heard good compliment from the older people, whilst the ladies look at me with jealous eyes , including Joyce and Janet, my step twin sisters. But I don't care about them. They can do their worst when we get home.
The party ended with smile on everyone face, including me. It is six o'clock in the evening. I quickly run home with the prayer that, I can finish cooking before my haters reach home. But before I can even finish peeling the Yam, I heard my step mom shouting my name"Precious! Precious!!, Where is that stupid girl" . My heart skip a beat but I assure myself that everything will be alright. "Am here Aunty." I answered, keeping my head low.
"Hurry and serve as dinner. My beautiful daughters are starving." Aunty Sandra said. But how can she say that when we all just closed from the party.
"please Aunty, it... will .. be ready soon" I answered with my voice shaking.
" Aunty it will be ready soon"She repeated my speech and laugh out loud, the frown returned and she proceed" So you know you are supposed to cook and you were there, throwing yourself on men, seducing men to dance with you right" I didn't. dare answer, so she continue"U witch, useless girl, good for nothing. No wonder your parents left you alone in this world. Do you know why, because you are a shame to them. Stupid girl!" She insulted and slapped me the moment she finish with her speech.
"Mom, can you ask where she got that dress she wore to the party" My step sister Janet said with a wicked smirk on her face.
"Am sure she has been stealing your money mom. She even has makeup, she wants to compete with us" Joyce added.
"I know you are a thief, Robber, how dare you. " Aunty Sandra said and before I can protect myself, she started. beating me with firewood. Her daughters support her by beating me with their shoes. At that moment the only thing I can think and ask myself is "Do I really look that bad?. Is it my fault that I am orphan, Don't I have that right to be a happy. Can someone love me like I am." I let the tears flow, the pain in my heart is greater than what they are inflicting on my body
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