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  • Driisha posted an update 5 months, 2 weeks ago

    CHAPTER 2
    To be lied on is painful but what is more painful is to be lied on by your siblings.
    This is not the first time Nissah and Aynah had lied on me but every time they did, it hurts more than the previous time, this was another pain I couldn’t get used to. How would your siblings enjoy watching you in pain, I am still trying to figure that out.
    Today isn’t any different as Ayna stole money from mom’s purse to buy something to eat with Nissah.
    “Laurel!!” I heard my mum called and I rushed to go answer, on entering inside the room, I was immediately dragged to the back of the chair, she held my hands tight and my dad started using his belt to flog me. I couldn’t even ask what I did wrong, as beating was my daily meal, ever since I turned 5year old.
    I could only cry out my eyes and try blanking out the pain which seems impossible and seeing the mocking face of my siblings wasn’t helping, but what other choice do I have than to endure. My mom kept on screaming she couldn’t give birth to a lazy bone and a thief again, that was when I realized the crime they had accused me of, which I didn’t do and I know they knew who really took the money because she does catch them often taking money from her purse, but rather I was been blamed so there was no need saying it wasn’t me.
    “Happy birthday Laurel!” I was sitting by the well side just wondering why life couldn’t be any different than it was. I was so far gone in thought that I didn’t even hear anyone call my name not until she touched me then I realized I wasn’t alone anymore.
    “Sorry aunt I didn’t realized I had company”. “No problem laurel”. I could hear the pity in her voice. “I said happy birthday to you” she said.
    “Oh!” Today is my birthday I had even forgotten what today was… but I didn’t say it out loud I just smiled and said thank you aunt. Then she left me to continue my day dreaming.
    Today I turned 15year old. Yeah how time flies I know you wondering what had been happening for the past 6years. Did it get any better or was it worse?
    It’s been 6years of continuous pain and torture, it only get worse as I grew older. I thought it would get better at some point but it never did. I didn’t know my parents anymore they were like strangers to me same with my siblings Ayna and Nissah, the only one who was different was Manny he never liked the torture I was given since he was a year plus, he would always run to my rescue but Nissah would always carry him away from the scene so he won’t help me, he was only a child what can he do. Nothing.
    There were days I was given much work to do with no food at all and there were days I was given less work to do with much torture, even the people around started to question who my real parents were because they got worried for my life, but I was used to the pain already.
    They say “no one gets used to pain” but welcome to my world because I truly was.
    I was only 11years old when I started cooking the meals in the house. On this day I was asked to fry plantain, while I was peeling the back I had already put the oil on the fire and was hurrying up to start frying when my mum came and said laurel you are very lazy, here you are peeling it slowly burning the oil and you not even cutting it well and before I knew what was happening she removed the frying oil and poured on my back. I screamed so loud that even the neighbors far and near had to come to my rescue. They tried applying stuffs so the pain wouldn’t be so bad and the scar won’t stick but who where we deceiving.
    Weeks of painful night, sleep was a far cry as I couldn’t lay on my back the pain were unbearable. Oil was no one’s friend which it didn’t take long for me to figure out but still my parent still didn’t let me be. With time it passed and the pain subsided but the scar was engraved.
    A year later my own father started making passes at me, for crying out loud I was only 12years old. I didn’t make them poor but why they had to pour all their frustration on me was something I was still trying hard to figure out.
    I was at home that faithful day with my siblings when my dad came back from work and called me inside to get him his meal which I hurriedly did only to bend and serve him his food and he grabbed my buttocks at first I thought it was a mistake because he is my dad. But as days turned into weeks and weeks into months I realized it wasn’t a mistake. It was only luck that I was escaping his advances but I know I would run out of luck someday.

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