MR. NICE GUY OR IS HE?
Surrounding you, if you open a blind, you'll notice there are many people abused, deprived from their rights and are not able to “speak up” for themselves. They may development thoughts of harming themselves or even suicide because they are treated unfairly. Treated as though they are worthless, lack of freedom of expression, trapped in a cage like a bird, the canary that will never sing. Not only women but men as well face the same obstacles once lured into the predator’s fish net. That is why I am telling my story of how I overcame such. Hopefully it may change the future for the better for those who are willing to turn their lives around and prevent anyone from becoming in any entangled situation.
I grew up in a home with a mother, father and my little brother, Ben. We lived ‘Poverty Street’ and my house claimed the number one prize because it was made from lumber and scrap metal. The house wasn’t painted and we couldn’t even afford any sort of cooling device. There were times electricity played hide and seek while water went on long vacations. My mother didn’t work and my father was too ashamed to reveal his job to the family. We ate little but prayed a lot every minute, every hour. We eventually lost hope when I was sixteen and Ben was fourteen because nothing became better but worse. The house became more unstable, the floor was sinking, the lumber was being eaten by termites and many more problems but Ben never lost hope, he still believed.
Ben and I attended to a secondary school nearby my home but we never told any of our friends about where we lived or the description of our home. My friends told me I was boring because I never went on field trips or went to the mall with them but I never had the courage to tell them why. My mother always told me that I was young and foolish because I always got myself into trouble by ignoring my teachers, not doing my homework and breaking class. On some occasions I was given detention and that’s where I met Draven. He was in tall, muscle-built and a class higher than me. After school, I saw him at street corners, wearing ripped jeans, a red bandana around his forehead and talking to a group of people dressed like him. The only way he was given the slightest hint of recognition was his height. Sometimes I wondered what caused him to become that way because he could have had anything he wanted, due to his parents being rich. Then I thought that maybe his parents didn’t spend any time with him and rebelling was the only way was given any attention.
I was sent to detention regularly and Draven claimed that he had interest in me and after a while we began dating. He knew where I lived but he didn’t care where I came from but stated that he cared about the person I was that day. I didn’t love him after months of dating but I couldn’t resist when he...