The Memory of You

Chapter two

DEMIN

I sat on the sofa behind the closed doors in my room , my fingers held onto the fabric tightly

My head was tilted back . My gaze was up on her ceiling of the room where there were little star s shining in purple lights

my body seemed to shake a little, and my chest rose and fell slowly , I swallowed... I knew what this is , I knew what was happening, but they had come too early

I didn't prepare much

I was having a replay

my head tilted back, and my turned white ... no other colour in sight, I knew this already and I closed my eyes ready for the image infront of me

.......

the sound of glass echoed in the silent room, and now im seeing through different eyes

.....

" i didn't ask for such a disappointment in my life, so why!" A woman's voice screeched , she was older her hair pulled back in a bun

her skin was darker like a light shade of chocolate if that's possible

she was African

when I looked down at my hands

..... so am I, I mean the one whose eyes i see through

so it was another daughter fight

huh

they are always the rough ones

" Well, im not sorry." The voice came from my angle, and the mother snapped her head to look at her , her eyes scanned her .... well me at the moment

" Say that again," she hissed , her eyes in rage . She looked ready , ready to jump on her daughter and hit her, and when she answered

" I said im not sorry ... didn't ask to be born anyways. " she did she launched for her hit her

it was brutal

and the worst part is I felt it ... not the physical pain, no , the emotions , she was feeling too much , she wasn't even moving , not blocking any of the blows from her mother who hit, kicked , scratched ... did anything she could just to leave a mark... a reminder

but the daughter didn't move . She didn't attempt to block the hit , it was like she was like she was used to it that her body went number eyes half open . . .

my hand went up to hold my chest slowly , as I chocked on her pain and torture

.........

it stopped

I inhaled sharply and slowly rised from the sofa to a mirror that was placed beside the closet , stood there watching as the white slowly faded from my eyes, and green was visible again

I sighed

" So much for never doing this again," i said

I let myself collapse on my bed, and my vision turned blurry, I was exhausted

KEESHA

i hated this , I hated my life and how I never had complete control of it , how everyone gets to live lively when they wake up , but me? it's always just another day

I sighed , I was currently standing in a wide room full of people coated in rich perfume and fake laughter , I had to go around greeting them and enduring their fake gestures to befriend me

I got more Irritated more when guys would try to strike a conversation with when I showed no interest . I was never interested in anyone

my life is hell

I grew up being directly reminded of how much I was a mistake , a failure, so no !Im not going to let someone whispher sweet nothings and give me hope. i can't carry

My parents never understood that , they were just open for opportunities

they send men who are beneficial to them my way so that they can secure an.... alliance, so in a way, I've been sold .... many times, then I could count

An oil company , my parents found and run one of the biggest oil companies in the world which has more than a hundred suppliers in Africa and now we recently moved out of Africa a few years back , so now they are doing everything they can to maintain their status in these states and mostly, it's through me

I took a seat at one of the tables and let my eyes wonder i might have looked calm and collected to some people, ....reality is that my body hurts,

I closed my eyes for a minutes as memories of my younger years swam through my head

...

me on the floor , clutching my body in a fatal position as my mom basically molested my back , about twenty hits before my elder sister Kira stepped in , she they would stop , they never hit her , it always me , they liked her and hated me

.......

my eyes stung from tears but I tried to hold them in , my eyes opened slightly and I tried to blink a few times

I reached out for a tissue in my purse but then something caught my eye beside my purse

my brows pinched in confusion , I looked around trying to search if someone had walked by recently when I had my eyes closed ... but that's the thing everyone was walking , people were all over the place , I sighed looking back at the

slightly small square box in a shade of faded pink tied in a white glitter bow

'what now ' i mentally sighed and touched , it felt like I was trying to prove that it wasn't an illusion or i wasn't to messed up and started hallucinating but it was in deed right there

My hands felt foreign on the item but I felt ... pleased cause whether it was some playing jokes with me or it was real , someone had actually thought of my , an idiotic smile stretched on my lips , but at it came is how it went ,

it downed on that this might just

someone trying to get himself near our family's wealth ... and as my mind thought of that my expression soured

I motioned for a maid to take it up to my room

After sitting there for what seemed like half an hour I stood and headed to the bathroom , I placed my purse on the sink at took a good look at my self ... and the only thing I felt was sadness I look weak , pathetic , and the only thing that helps people not figure out that i go through abuse is that my skin is dark so it doesn't really highlight the bruises that much to be paid attention to

My mother is dark skinned ... like me , we're from Tanzania a country in the eastern Africa and my papa is Italian , a combination you normally don't find a lot . my sister tells me im beautiful but I don't believe her

I washed my hand and grabbed my purse going back into the room , unfortunately I entered just in time to hear my father call my name he was standing infront of everyone , he giving one of those speeches I didn't care for and then he called my name

Everyone turned to face me , an image knew it was time begin my acting

as if on que my lips stretched into a small smile , and I slowly made way towards him brushing past the awkward games of men who were badly ready to do disgusting things to me as long as they got the chance

" Keesha Leigh , my youngest daughter " he introduced me his voice stained with fake pride

" these two are the future of this company " he said motioning to me and my sister beside me

the crowd claped faintly as he finished

" oh and yes , they are not taken " he added and I saw men grin in approval in the crowd

me and Kira tried not to puke right there.