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Part 3
I laid there helplessly,i couldn't move,hot tears strimmed down my bruised face,i felt afflicted and everything you would call terrible,I felt like a wounded animal,in great pain,A kind of pain an adult would call hell was what i felt.
Few moments later i sat up to check what he meant by "clean all this up! I saw blood stains on my sheets,i cried bitterly but i didn't cry loud cos i didn't want to die.
Packed the sheets out to the backyard to wash them so no one will know and then i wouldn't have to die. I didn't know better. I was naive about so many things.As i washed i was mumbling some terrible questions to no one in particular,maybe to God or to my runaway mother. Didn't know how long I washed the blood sheets and talked to myself but i knew it was midnight before i went back inside, i could not sleep till it was almost in the morning,scared that someone was going to come through the door again, but i slept off later before it was morning.
Tara! i heard a voice from my sleep that sounds like that of my father,I jumped up when i heard another shout of my name,seeing the sun through the window i knew it was afternoon and i knew that moment i was in for trouble.
He came in wanted to hit me as his usual way of telling me to do some chores when he saw my swollen face and went like "have you gone to steal that they beat you up this way", not that he cared about me a bit.. i didn't say a word cos i was naturally scared and he said "don't let me remind you what you have to do in this house and you know i won't tolerate a slight mistake,
" You're eating in this house everyday" he meant one square meal, "Do you want to be useless!"
I quickly gathered up strength,i was weak,hungry and tired but no one has to know what happened,because i didn't want to die..
© miraa
I laid there helplessly,i couldn't move,hot tears strimmed down my bruised face,i felt afflicted and everything you would call terrible,I felt like a wounded animal,in great pain,A kind of pain an adult would call hell was what i felt.
Few moments later i sat up to check what he meant by "clean all this up! I saw blood stains on my sheets,i cried bitterly but i didn't cry loud cos i didn't want to die.
Packed the sheets out to the backyard to wash them so no one will know and then i wouldn't have to die. I didn't know better. I was naive about so many things.As i washed i was mumbling some terrible questions to no one in particular,maybe to God or to my runaway mother. Didn't know how long I washed the blood sheets and talked to myself but i knew it was midnight before i went back inside, i could not sleep till it was almost in the morning,scared that someone was going to come through the door again, but i slept off later before it was morning.
Tara! i heard a voice from my sleep that sounds like that of my father,I jumped up when i heard another shout of my name,seeing the sun through the window i knew it was afternoon and i knew that moment i was in for trouble.
He came in wanted to hit me as his usual way of telling me to do some chores when he saw my swollen face and went like "have you gone to steal that they beat you up this way", not that he cared about me a bit.. i didn't say a word cos i was naturally scared and he said "don't let me remind you what you have to do in this house and you know i won't tolerate a slight mistake,
" You're eating in this house everyday" he meant one square meal, "Do you want to be useless!"
I quickly gathered up strength,i was weak,hungry and tired but no one has to know what happened,because i didn't want to die..
© miraa
