ELLA
I hated my father. That was the only thing I could boldly say to myself or anyone who asked. And no one could blame me.
Wasn't it horrible enough that I had lost my mother, and without thinking, he got married to a jezebel who made my life a living hell?
Now, he wants me to get married to his enemy. Never!
I just knew all of these were tactics to push me out of his life and the family's name.
The minute school was over, I didn't hesitate to find a safe space where I could at least clear my head.
Unfortunately, it didn't seem to work any better for me because being on the school premises reminded me of how it seemed like I was the only one who had a horrible life and terrible parenting.
The sting of an unhappy life pinged me so hard at that moment that I could not stop the
