it was the weekend and i didn't think about staying in the house with my father nor mother. so i called my auntie and asked if i could stay with her.
" hello ? "
" yes auntie ? "
" charrie baby how you doing ? "
" fine i wanted to know if i could stay with you for the weekend "
" sure is your parents alright with it ? "
" uhh yes "
" okay i'll pick you up from home "
" okay "
i ended the call and started to pack my things. as i was packing i heard footsteps coming to my room. i sensed it was my father and it was. he was once again drunk.
" where do you think you're going ? "
" i'm going to auntie jays house for the weekend "
" who gave you permission ? "
" uhh no .. nobody "
my father grabbed me and started slapping me around and he left a couple of bruises on my face. i cried a little bit and contiuned to pack my clothes. i rushed down the stairs and out the door and waited for my aunt outside.
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" how you feeling charrie ? "
" um , i'm okay i guess "
" you been fighting ? "
" no "
i sighed and then i felt tears streaming down my face.
" whats wrong baby ? "
'' i'm scared "
" scared of what ? "
" my father "
" what has his done ? "
my aunt pulled over her car and parked. she grabbed my hand and pushed my hair back.
" he uhh raped me and started beating me "
" he did what !? "
" he contiunes .. "
" i heard you .. that bastard i knew he was no good for your mother and i told her "
my aunt started the car back up and made a hard u-turn.
" where are we going ? "
" back to your house "
" why ? "
" to get your things .. you're staying with me "
i sat up in the seat and watch how my aunt was in rage.
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we arrived back at my house and my mothers car was in the driveway this time. we exit the car and knocked on the door. my mother answered the door with a small smile.
" hello tiffany "
" hey jay "
" i need to talk to you "
" well come in "
we entered the house and my auntie grabbed my hand and led me to the sofa.
" i want to let you know that charielle is going to stay with me "
" says who ? "
" me from now on , shes been telling me what her father has been doing to her and its very inappropriate "
" you can't take her from me "
" either i take her or i will take you and your " husband " to court for child abuse "
" jay please "
" charielle baby let's go "
my aunt grabbed my hand and pulled me to the car. i looked back at my mother while she cried closing the door.
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we pulled up to my aunts house which was slightly bigger than my house.
" are you sure you want me to live with you auntie jay ? "
" yes baby i rather have you live with me than live with jerome and tiffany abusing you "
my aunt reached over and hugged and kissed me. we got out the car and walked in the house. it was beautiful. it had a large living room , large kitchen and everything was just big. it was a big improvement from my house.
" i'll show you your room "
my aunt led me up some steps and down the hall. there was one nice sized room which i was guessing was my aunts. my room was big and was right by the bathroom. my room had a queen sized bed and a big flat screen. it had everything a girl could want.
" charrie you will stay with me from now on "
" i love you auntie jay "
" i love you too baby "
i sat on my new bed and turned the tv on.
" oh we will buy you some new attire later on "
" okay thats cool "
" i know you're hungry "
" yea a little "
" well after church we will go out "
" church ? "
" yes church "
i have never been to church. from the tv shows and everything people were always falling out and speaking in tongues i never understood.
" here charrie you could wear this "
my aunt brought me a polka dotted dress and leggings with a pair of flat shoes.
" thank you "
i stripped off my clothes and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. i put the new clothes my aunt gave to me on and just threw my hair in a ponytail. my arms and legs revealed the bruises my father gave to me but my aunt covered it with light make up. we got back in the car and drove to a very big building. i was guessing it was the church my aunt was talking about. we got out and walked in. it were rows and rows of seats and my aunt and i sat neat the back but close to the middle. when we arrived the choir was singing and they sounded really good actually.
" next to the stage is sisters shelia son august alsina jr "
a 5'5 boy walled to the stage and grabbed the mic and started to sing. he was very talented and had very nice vocals i almost cried. he finished the song and walked back to his seat where he hugged a woman which seemed to be his mother. the choir finished a couple of songs and then the preacher preached a quick sermon and they started prayer for whoever wanted prayer. i rose from my seat and walked to the alter for prayer. after prayer i accepted god into my life and hugged the preacher that prayed for me.
