Her Broken Heart

myself to be blame

seeing all this was too much for a girl of my age to bear..I wish I was never born into this wicked world.

after my mom death

I thought he was going to stop molesting me but he didnt instead he lift my tired and hurt body up and drag me towards the pool..

jack..little kitty wash ur dirty body and get refreshed so we can continue what I couldnt finished with your mother..

I dont understand what this man is saying he wants to have s*x with me but am just 8 years old I screamed with all my strength and told him to let me go ,he refuse my plead and instead he threw me inside the pool forcefully..knowing fully well that I couldnt swim,I started to get panic. I was drowning and he was laughing at me continuously..my eyes started clossing and I was lossing my breath..suddenly his hand came to me and pulled me out of the pool..

jack..now you look refreshing ,,little kitty where should I start from?

he pull the small piece of cloth on my coverage and my little body come before him ..he lick his dry lip and I start wondering what interests him in me..he drew me nearer and try to kiss me ..I close my eyes waiting for the worst but all i heard was groans..I quickly open my eyes and saw my mom holding a knife with blood all over her shaky hand,I look at jack direction and realize he is unconscious as the knife went through his chest from the back..I quickly run to my mom and hold her tight..she hold me tighter in her embrace and say these words

my child am so sorry you had to experience this at your age..promise me you will always obey your father and care for him dont let what happen to me affect your life ..be happy and miss me less,I love you my child ..with that a hot tears left her eyes and she went cold in my arms..

shortly after the police came in and take jack and mom away ..I think jack Is still alive and have just regain conscious but he is already in the police hands..my mom was packed and taken to the hospital,

as for me the police keep asking me different questions after giving me cloth and shoes ..but I couldn't cry laugh or talk..my face was expressionless..

I was weird..my father close relative came and took me to my dads ward he was unconscious ..still I say nothing..my aunt wanted to talk to me but I just drag myself to my dad side and sit beside him ..

I don't know how long I was like that ..or how many days I have been with my dad without uttering a word,but I know living means nothing to me..the moment my father died I would follow him..

my attitude really give room to no one to disturb me.they just keep watching from afar.

after about a month my father hands touches my face I thought I was dreaming he was looking at me with tears in his eyes..I look at him and said ..daddy I killed mom,,she died trying to save me,I also put you in this condition of only I listen to you..am the worst daughter anyone will ever have..my dad wipe my tears and whisper to me ..it not your fault my dear..it daddy who couldnt protect you..am so sorry I will live the rest of my life paying for this sin I committed towards you my child..with that he hugs me ..

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