Dark Past

Early life

Am on my bed crying when Dad as severally punished and beaten me because i played a nursery rhyme that my best friend, David borrowed me in school, claiming i had disturbed his peace and quiet. David is my best friend and my neighbor, we both go to the same school. My door creaks open drifting me away from my thoughts.. Uncle Tom walks in and sees me sobbing quietly. "Little girl, ooh! you've offended your Dad and being a bad little girl, ain't you? hmmm..." he sighs. "Alright, come here, let me make you feel better." he says and moves closer but i shuffle in my space trying to shift away from him because i know where he's getting at and everything in me just as these feelings that whatever he does to me is bad. He quickly notices me and speaks,

"oh ivy! You are just to smart, right?! but unfortunately for you,it ain't gonna bring you anywhere tonight, Your Dad and my sister ain't around so i suggest you co-operate except you want me to add more beatings to you." I quickly try running but his hands are fast enough to stop me.

"Do not get on my bad side,Ivy."

He pushes me back on my bed and gets on top. I want to push him away but I can't,he is to strong but i keep struggling but he doesn't budge.

I feel my eyes sting with hot tears threatening to fall,i feel angry and frustrated as his hands caress my little body of no signs of maturity.

"stop struggling my little girl and enjoy the moment"

I hate him so much for doing this,i keep crying and uncle tom looks at me with so much lust towards a 5 years old.

Waking up in the morning,my body feels sore,wounded and my joints ache as hell because of what happened yesterday. I manage to go to the bathroom and gently bath my wounded body,the pains stings as water washes through my body. You might be wondering why I don't have a nanny/guardian to assist, thanks to my worthless father. I hardly have memories of my mum since i was very little when she died. One thing i was grateful for was that he didn't stop my schooling and friendship with David. Dad made sure to buy what i needed for school but was never bothered how i made use of them,he didn't care about my studies, i read alone or with David. His own was to pay my tuition and other necessities. I quickly hurry downstairs, sighting my Dad with a glass of whiskey and cigarette ,so early in the morning.

What an irresponsible

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