Kyra's life-If only my life were easier

Chapter one

"Aye neeky girl Kyra next door come here." My brother Jezel calls to me. I'm tryin to do my homework and this yute needs me.

Me: Yes?

Jezel: Um do me a favour

Me: Wat I'm tryin to do my homework you know.

He gives me a sweet smile.

Jezel: Do mine? Man doesn't wanna get a detention tomorrow cos I'm linkin' a girl after school.

Me: Fine but it's costin' you

Jezel: K.

Kmt, I take then homework and head back to my bedroom to go back to work.

My names Kyra (as you probably guessed) I'm a lighty (light skinned black girl), I think I'm kinda ugly though. I'm a bit of a neek and I don't get a lot of attention from people especially boys. In class they just want to copy my answers but at least they recognise my existence. I live with my mum dad and brother. I'm half peuto-rican and half Jamaican. My mums beautiful and my brother got his overly good looks from her. My dad's alright looking but I turned out wrong it seems cos I definitely don't look like my mum. My dad beats me for anything. Sometimes when he's in a bad mood he does worse. But I'm not going into details now. I hate him because the reason I'm such a saddo is cos of him. Anything I do that is not neek-ish he goes absolutely mad. He works at church so he's there all the time. I actually don't think he's a good Christian but I love god and god loves me so I know he's on my side. Dad often cheats on my mum but she doesn't know about it though. Dad says if I snitch I'm gonna be killed so I keep my mouth shut.

I'm about to go to bed when I hear the front door open.

Dad: Lord 'av mercy upon mi soul.

I hear my mum greet him then he asks,

Dad: what did mi daughter get in 'er science test.

Mum: She got a 'B'

I hear dad getting angry.

Oh shit, I knew he would explode. I hear his heavy footsteps come up the stairs.

Dad: Kyra get 'ere naah!

I freeze and sit up in bed. I know whats coming for me. Before I could make another movement he comes into my room.

Me: Hello daddy

I say sweetly.

Dad: Don't seh' a word yuh schupid gyal!

He comes towards me fist held high. He brings it down and punches me in my stomack causing me to bang my head against the post on my bed. He slaps and kicks me till I can hardly breathe then he swipes of his belt.

Me: Please daddy no!

He turns me on my front lifts my top up and gives me three hot lashes on my back.

Me: Aaaah, please lowwit!

Dad: Why are you using such slang in mi 'ouse? Lowwit yuh seh'?

My dad hates it when I use any form of slang, for a man that is fully Jamaican.

Me: Sorry! I plead.

It doesn't work, he gives me one big lick across the face. I clutch my cheek as I feel it turn crimson. Tears roll down my cheek furiously.

Dad: Naah go to bed yuh little idiot and mehk sure yuh on time for school, remember wat 'appened on Monday huh?

Me: Yes daddy.

He turns around and walks out of my room swinging his belt as he did so. When he had gone my mum comes rushing in.

Mad man...

Mum: Baby are you okay? She hugs me tight.

I knew why she didn't come in to save me. She's tried to before and it ended terribly. Dad got worse and started beating her, threatening rape. She had to sleep in my room that night to keep away.

She kept ahold of me while I fell asleep.