Dark Past

ILL Treatments

"Dad Good morning"

Not answering, he picks his car keys dropping the alcohol and cigarette and i follow not forgetting to branch to the kitchen to grab some lunch before i run outside not wanting to keep him waiting. As i burst out, David and his mum are also preparing to go.

"Good Morning Mrs Wilson, Hi David, meet you at school" i said and waved.

Normally i follow David and his mom or sometimes just i and David goes alone but today being Parent's Teacher Conference (PTA) Dad follows atleast he still recognizes that despite his irresponsibilities. My Dad is a super market owner and step mum owns a Bar and they are both making it.

Arriving at the school's parking lot, i come out of the car as David and his mum come out of their own car since they followed behind us. David runs over to me and i smile at him, we both walk into the school's premises and my Dad and his Mum follow behind. David is a class ahead of me and also a year older but we do not consider that as best friends and neighbors.

Attending Morris Jeff Community School together made us very close because we'd bond during school break. Even though we were almost age mates, David still acted as a senior brother i never had.

"Would you be going to the meeting with your Dad?" David asked

"No, i won't" I didn't want to follow him, to sit with him was like sitting with the devil.

" just meet me in my class, I'll be with sharon, maybe" i said.

Sharon was also I and David's friend. David ran off to go meet his mum where the PTA was held while i walked to my class.

During school break, David came to my class while i was busy painting some pictures in my colouring book.

" Guys, let's go have our lunch"

"Alright, let's go" Sharon said signalling me to leave what i was doing.

"okay" i said following behind them.

Since today was Friday, school closed early. I, David and Sharon ran out the school gate while Sharon entered her mom's car not forgetting to wave at us while we did the same thing. Since i and David's house were some blocks away, we walked down home saying some little stuffs along the way.

"Would you be coming over today?" David asked.

"Nope, I'm busy maybe tomorrow" I replied.

"Alright" he said.

Getting home, we waved ourselves a good bye and entered into our different homes. Later that day, Dad had come back from the supermarket and called me to come to the living room.

"Good evening Dad" i greeted.

"Keep your greetings to yourself" he said getting angry at me and i on the other end wondered what i must have done.

"Your class teacher talked to me, telling me you've dropped in your academics" he said and paused awhile making sure to glare at me before speaking again.

"After all the money, i put in your education, you still fumble, you are a complete disgrace" he said angrily, standing to his feet, he came over to my side connecting his hands with my right cheek, i could swear on my life that i saw stars popping out and my ears ringing. I fell on the couch while staring up at him and holding my red hot cheek that was stinging from the slap.

"Get out" he shouted as i quickly stood up and ran upstairs to my room before he changed his mind.

Laying on the bed, all i could think of was the slap i received some minutes ago. I mean, why won't i drop in my studies when i pass through emotional stress. When am meant to be reading, am busy thinking about some unheard things they do to me in the house. Didn't even eat dinner this night because i didn't want to get on the nerves of a furious Dad again. Thankfully, uncle tom didn't come to my room.

The next morning, i woke up and my tummy grumbled loudly because i didn't eat last night. After brushing my teeth and freshening up, i made my way downstairs to fill my tummy. I searched through the cupboards in the kitchen and there was absolutely nothing, I wonder how people would live in a house and not restock. Thankfully for me, there were some loaves of bread and bottle of milk in the fridge. I took out the bread and turned some milk into a glass cup. Making my way to the kitchen counter, i stood on a stool and placed the food on the counter to eat. The kitchen counter was taller than i am hence, the stool and for the dinning table, i just couldn't contain the hunger anymore.

"What are you doing?" The shouting from behind made me flinch as my grip on the glass cup loosened making the glass cup fall to the ground and pieces.

oh God take me now

"Oh My God! My glass cup! You've broken it!!" she exclaimed.

" You this stupid brat" she said quickly rushing over to me and giving me a slap as i lose my balance on the stool and fall to the ground.

"You are so useless, so you've started stealing right?" she said as she continued hitting me, picking a wooden spoon to use on me. As the spoon made contact with my head, i felt my vision blur, feeling like i could faint at that moment. She kept hitting me and all i did was beg her to stop and cry but she didn't. Soon she stopped and took me by my hair and dragged me towards the stairs as she dragged me on the stairs, I could feel my body bruising. Then when we got to my room, she opened the door and pushed me in making me stumble to the floor.

"Look here, you brat! i don't want to ever see you in that kitchen again unless, you wouldn't like the outcome." she said jamming the door and locking me in my room.

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