..unwanted..

.. unwanted..Chapter1

I can remember the first time I really met her..my Dad's girlfriend(she's now his wife)I was living in the city with my Grandmother (my mom who was deceased at the time's mom) and he visited with her..As they had adult conversation,I heard tidbits about pregnancy.My dad's girlfriend,she was pregnant,four months to be exact.

I was so excited...I have an older sister but I always wanted a younger sister..so I was ecstatic!

While they were still talking..I walked over and placed my hand on her belly..I don't know why I did it..maybe the excitement of knowing that's my sister in there..as soon as I did that,the slap she gave my hand turned it flaming red..needless to say I didn't do that again.

Ffwd to going to live with my dad and her,I was made to feel uncomfortable from the first day by my stepmother.My sister was born by this and I fell in love with her but my stepmother wouldn't allow me to do anything concerning my sister unless it's washing her clothes.As I was washing my baby sisters clothes one morning.a particular lady came to visit and when she saw my baby sister and commented how much the baby looked like me,my stepmother gave her a dirty look went instead and slammed her door.I must have been crazy,but after a while, being made to feel like I wasn't wanted there,I went to my stepmother and asked her why she didn't like me,she told me that it was because I looked like my prostitute of a mother.I was 12 years old...

I kept on believing it would get better as time went on but it only got worse...anything and everything became my fault until she got the go ahead to beat me whenever she saw fit.It would have been better if I had a doornail as a father because he was silent through all this.

We moved to my stepGrandmothers house to live for a while and it was quite a distance from the main road but we had to walk to anywhere that wasn't the main road.

We had to carry water and it wasn't easy,it was far and we had to carry the water uphill.Because I Kno I would be blamed for whatever happened I urged everyone to hurry..it was four of us..while I was hurrying..the other three stopped to pick fruit from a tree.I was begging them to come along because I was afraid of what might happen if we stayed long.

When we got to the entrance of our walkway ,I saw her standing in the path with a stick in her hand,out of the four of us,she asked ME,why we too so long,before I could answer she ran past the other three and began hitting me in my head with the stick..I started running and she came after me ,I was saved by her Grandmother who hid me behind her and asked angrily what the matter was ..when she said HER reason,her grandmother said something I will never forget.She said "u better be careful how U treat this dead lef child!

She walked away and came back telling me to bathe her child, when I finished and went to dress her she was crying and I didn't know how to make her stop crying,so her mother came ran in the room screaming that I'm sticking her baby with the Pins for her diaper,it was a good thing her Grandmother was behind her,when she raised her hand to hit me ,her Grandmother said,"if she stuck the baby it will show because the baby is lightskinned and proceeded to search the baby and said,"I can't find any marks in the baby so leave this child alone and dress ur child urself.Needless to say I was happy to have someone in my corner.

Went to school one morning prepared for a Science test we were going to get ..I aced the test with flying colors and as I flew down the stairs to meet with my friends to go over the paper,I missed a step and went down hard on my ankle,I was taken to the principals office and given a letter because my ankle was sprained so my father was called.

A couple days after this,I was laying down and she came in the room pulled up the sheet looked at my purple swollen ankle and told me that I couldn't fool her like I was fooling everyone else.

She went out and a short time after my dad came in and told me to get up and get ready for school..I did as I was told for fear of the consequences..I was in pain to stand and the time it took me to get ready..then walk all the way from the hill ro school,by the time I got to school my ankle looked ready to burst how swollen it was.I couldnt walk ,I could only hop and hold on to stuff for balance..

Needless to say,I was taken to the office where they asked who my parents are and why would they send me to school like this..When they realized who my father was.."How could he see his child in this situation and still send her to school,are u certain of who u sayher father is?"The response was yes and he was contacted.