Mission Possible

Episode2

What happened back then has been like a scar to me. It was a very traumatic experience for me and it still is. I never understood why he had to hurt us the way he did. The anger he had towards us was way too big to be controlled.

I never knew how it was to have a loving father but I knew how it was to have an abusive father.

He made me do things that were absolutely absurd at times. He would send me to go and buy cigars or alcohol for him. If I take too long, I get punished without been given a chance to explain. A right minded person would never send an 8 year old to a liquor store. Just my cruel father.

Sometimes he had me polishing his shoes. I didn’t have an idea on how it was done at first but, in time I got used to doing it even though I did what I thought was right. It became a regular thing for him. One thing for sure, he was never satisfied with the way I did it.

When he got tired of hitting me, he locked me in the basement for two to three days to starve. I would eat anything I could find on the floor to fill me up. I would eat toilet paper, newspaper paper or rotten bread crumbs that I found on the floor, I would chew wood too or eat the worn out carpet.

That’s how I survived.

There was nothing my mom could do about it. I didn’t want her to do anything about it either because her punishment’s were more cruel than mines.

He also made me iron his clothes. If I didn’t do it properly he hits me, this one time he took the hot iron and burnt my back. My mother rushed me to the hospital that day and I was in there for almost 2 weeks. While I was at the hospital I wished to never go back home I wanted to tell one of the nurses what really happened but I was scared to do so. My mom was by my side everyday at the hospital.

I remember how desperate I was to ask for help but I couldn’t. At least I thought that my mom would see reason and not go back to that hell even when I begged her.

“Mommy I don’t wanna go back home I’m scared of daddy,” I said to her in tears.

“I’m scared too sweetheart but we have to go back because if we don’t he’ll look for us, find us and then he’ll kill us,” my mother said to me.

“Mommy we will hide,” I was pleading with her. She just held my tiny hands and kissed them. She came in my bed and laid next to me.

“I love you my little girl I always have and I always will,” she said to me holding me very tight.

That’s all she could say to me. I didn’t know she was in a tough position to say otherwise until now.

My father never abused me sexually just emotionally and physically but all of that was still very painful. Everyday of my life I wanted to go back for my mom and save her from him. Save her from that life with no meaning.

After running away from home I lived on the streets and I tried everything to stay alive.

I spent years living on the streets with other street kids. I even made a friend on the streets, her name was Juliana she took care of me while we were roaming the streets. She was four years older than me.

She would come with food and share it with me, I never asked where it came from, I was just satisfied with whatever she gave me. Sometimes I felt like being on the streets was better than the life back at home.

She even taught me how to fight to defend myself. She invited some of her guy friends to teach me how to fight and soon enough I was fighting like a pro. Street fighting was dangerous according to what they taught me so I needed to use it only when necessary.

When I turned fourteen she was eighteen and she told me I was old enough to fend for myself now. She taught me how to survive and how to be streetwise, so I became a shoplifter. I succeeded at first but after a while I got caught.

I got arrested and I spent eight weeks in juvie.

Eight weeks later I was released so I immediately went to look for Juliana and luckily I found her two days after my release. By the time I was out of jail Juliana worked on the streets as a hooker, that’s how she started making a living.

She still looked out for me but she never wanted me to sell my body for money. She always told me that I was an intelligent girl only because I loved reading. She was like a sister I never had.

Honestly she was right, I loved reading.

So I would pick up books from people’s trash and read them, that’s how I taught myself how to read since I never went to school. I read so many books, from fiction, fantasy to romance including anime.

Juliana and I were inseparable until one day one of her “customers” chased after us one night. He probably wanted to sleep with me, I never knew the real reason why he chased after us and why Juliana let me escape, at least that was my theory. She did help me get away but she stayed behind even though I wanted her to come with me because I still needed her.

I spent two years apart from Juliana, I looked for her but eventually I gave up. I did fend for myself until I reached sixteen.

At sixteen I was a “rip-off” so to speak. Club’s were my target market because a lot of rich men went there for fun. I would go in and lure them at the back of the club to have a private intimate moment with those rich men but not to a point of sleeping with them, just get them excited then take their wallets from their pockets or jackets, afterwards I excuse myself to go to the bathroom then I disappear on them. So I’m kind off a wanted woman because one of them once noticed me but I managed to get away before he could get to me.