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Tears
"Hannah" he screamed my name
"Ooh God, he is back I need to hide"
Any child my age will love to see their dad, not me.
My name is Funke Hannah Davidson, I am 13years old, yes 13years, every child my age See's their dad as a superhero, once again, not me. I see mine as a monster, a monster that he really is.
And my mum?, hmmmm I really don't know anything about her.
I was told by the man I called dad, that mummy left when I turned one, to where?, you may ask, I asked the same question but got a hot slap as my answer, with strict warning to never question him again, I was only five then.
Hiding under my bed seems to be the best solution for me, but I always get caught. so going down to greet him was my Best bet.
"Good evening sir," I greeted my dad not looking at him, not huging or smiling at him
"What took you soo long?, I need my food now" he ordered not answering my greeting
"Yes daddy," I said Turning to get his food from the kitchen
"How was school today? "
"Fine sir" he only asked about school when he was in a good mood.
"thank God I came down to greet him" I thought
"What happened to your face Hannah?" He asked with a questioning look
"you didn't have that scar there before leaving for school today"
" I tripped and fell Sir" I didn't dare tell my dad about Susan, he will kill me if he knew I was bullied in school.
"Funke I hate lies" he said taking off his tie and shoes
"I'm sorry sir"
"Get out of my sight" he said raising his voice, suddenly looking irritated
I ran to my room and gently close the door, I was safe for the day.........i guess.....
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"No!, no!!, nooo!!" I screamed
I was sweating, I was dreaming again.
The cloud was still dark, so I took my phone from the bed side, the light from my screen came up
" 5:00am" I groaned, my dreams were now my morning alarm, scary but it was better then running late for school.
I stood up going to the bathroom to brush my teeth, i stared at my reflection on the mirror, eyes swollen from crying last night.
" you are going to be fine Hannah," I told myself faking a smile on my swollen face.
I left my room to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for myself and dad.
Cooking was something that helped ease my stress and pain. I learnt how to cook the basics like rice, stew and spaghetti from dad the rest were from YouTube.
Cooking brought back good memories, I remember dancing on the kitchen table while daddy taught me how to prepare rice. What really happened?, where did my once loving dad go?, I asked myself, well I guess those days are over.
After putting his meal in his flasks, I want to shower running to avoid getting late
Daddy hate lateness, he hate dirtiness
Running to the bus stop, I climbed the bus and sat at my usually sit, front row close to the window. The moment the bus came to a stop in front of junior high Lagos, I knew what was waiting for me or who.
Susan and her friends that's who, Junior high Lagos was like hell to me, staying at home with dad was hellfire to me. I had no peace, my lunch was always taken away from me, i had to share lunch with Lucy my best friend. i was either locked in the stinking toilet or forced to miss my first period of class.
"Hey Hannah, catch!!" Susan said dragging my bag from my hands And throwing my books on the floor, her friends laughed pointing at me.
I bend down to pick my books from the floor but Susan immediately pushed me making me fall face down.
...
"Ooh God, he is back I need to hide"
Any child my age will love to see their dad, not me.
My name is Funke Hannah Davidson, I am 13years old, yes 13years, every child my age See's their dad as a superhero, once again, not me. I see mine as a monster, a monster that he really is.
And my mum?, hmmmm I really don't know anything about her.
I was told by the man I called dad, that mummy left when I turned one, to where?, you may ask, I asked the same question but got a hot slap as my answer, with strict warning to never question him again, I was only five then.
Hiding under my bed seems to be the best solution for me, but I always get caught. so going down to greet him was my Best bet.
"Good evening sir," I greeted my dad not looking at him, not huging or smiling at him
"What took you soo long?, I need my food now" he ordered not answering my greeting
"Yes daddy," I said Turning to get his food from the kitchen
"How was school today? "
"Fine sir" he only asked about school when he was in a good mood.
"thank God I came down to greet him" I thought
"What happened to your face Hannah?" He asked with a questioning look
"you didn't have that scar there before leaving for school today"
" I tripped and fell Sir" I didn't dare tell my dad about Susan, he will kill me if he knew I was bullied in school.
"Funke I hate lies" he said taking off his tie and shoes
"I'm sorry sir"
"Get out of my sight" he said raising his voice, suddenly looking irritated
I ran to my room and gently close the door, I was safe for the day.........i guess.....
❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️
"No!, no!!, nooo!!" I screamed
I was sweating, I was dreaming again.
The cloud was still dark, so I took my phone from the bed side, the light from my screen came up
" 5:00am" I groaned, my dreams were now my morning alarm, scary but it was better then running late for school.
I stood up going to the bathroom to brush my teeth, i stared at my reflection on the mirror, eyes swollen from crying last night.
" you are going to be fine Hannah," I told myself faking a smile on my swollen face.
I left my room to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for myself and dad.
Cooking was something that helped ease my stress and pain. I learnt how to cook the basics like rice, stew and spaghetti from dad the rest were from YouTube.
Cooking brought back good memories, I remember dancing on the kitchen table while daddy taught me how to prepare rice. What really happened?, where did my once loving dad go?, I asked myself, well I guess those days are over.
After putting his meal in his flasks, I want to shower running to avoid getting late
Daddy hate lateness, he hate dirtiness
Running to the bus stop, I climbed the bus and sat at my usually sit, front row close to the window. The moment the bus came to a stop in front of junior high Lagos, I knew what was waiting for me or who.
Susan and her friends that's who, Junior high Lagos was like hell to me, staying at home with dad was hellfire to me. I had no peace, my lunch was always taken away from me, i had to share lunch with Lucy my best friend. i was either locked in the stinking toilet or forced to miss my first period of class.
"Hey Hannah, catch!!" Susan said dragging my bag from my hands And throwing my books on the floor, her friends laughed pointing at me.
I bend down to pick my books from the floor but Susan immediately pushed me making me fall face down.
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