Hi readers
I started this blog since last year,but due to work i have not had enough time to blog,i just started promoting the blog and by the time i get readers to comment and if this particular story get positive views,there will surely be a part 2 then.I hope you enjoy it.
I never imagined that i would still be clueless about where my life was headed when i graduated high school.I thought as the years went by,i will figure it out.
But i never did.
Growing up in a less conducive environment,didn't help me either,my childhood was a nightmare.
When i was barely 9 years old,my mother died from a cause i don't know,Although my father told me constantly that she was sick in the head[bipolar] and died from drug overuse.I always found it unreal when he said those things,because my only memories of my mother were happy ones,playing with toys and baking cakes together.
By the time i was 11,my father had began to tell me i was "just like her".For 5 years i listened to how crazy i was just like my mother,how i would eventually become a drug addict and a prostitute,because that all women like me are good for.I felt so worthless listening to all degrading things my father said i was,that i just began to believe everything he said.
By the time i was 14 years loneliness had made him force himself on me when he was drunk,it became a habit for him even when he was sober.he said it was pointless to waste money on prostitute i would also grow up to be,when he could just have me.For 4 horrifying years,i dreaded nightfall,i wondered if i would hear my bedroom door open,and the smell of his beer breath.I lived a hell on earth in the one place i should be able to grow and flourish.
One day i couldn't stand it,so i told him not to touch me again by threatening to slit myself with a knife,he took the knife from me and his hand folded in close fist punched at me till all i could see was blur.The smallest mistake of mine would send him into rage and i always had scars to show for it.
My only escape was few hours of going to school,but with stern warning that if i ever told anyone of his crime,he would kill me.I had no reason not to believe him.I did all i could to survive,i forced myself not to feel the agony anymore,i shoved the pain away.I couldn't let him win.
As soon as i turned 18, i ran away,i had fear holding me back,but the thought of freedom,my dreams of living my life were enough encouragement for me to flee.Breaking free opened a new world for me....
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