Lost

Chapter Two

15 years later I spent my life living with my dad.
Every single year he blamed me for my mothers death, there times when I thought he wasn't wrong.
She got shot because she was trying to give me a good birthday.
At 15, I was attending the Compton's arts high school.
My passion is dance it helps me through the pain and keeps me alive. School was always my favorite place to go because no matter how much trouble I'm having at home school is gives me joy.
One day after I came home from school I found Amina sitting in the living room making out with her boyfriend, I don't understand she is only 13, but dad lets it happen. I went upstairs and found my father in my room.
"What are you doing here?" I said.
"Did you know today was your mothers birthday?"
"Of course how could I forget?"
"You know your mother made me a better person, if she was here she would try to stop me from what I am about to do.." He said very angry.

Next thing I knew he made me take off my cloths and whipped me so hard. The pain was so endless that I didn't even feel it anymore. When he was done I was in the corner of my room naked and crying.

"Sis??" Amina said looking for me a few hours later. "Are you okay?"
Even tho dad always played favoritism on her I always knew she cared. She just didn't have the power to do anything about it.
Amina and I where always close despite the fact of my dad. I always made sure I looked after her.