Aboriginal

Chapter 1

I lay in bed too weak to get up.

He came home drunk last night.

Those are normally the worst. He uses me as if i am nothing but a dirty rag to scratch a biological itch. I should be used to this. I mean, it's already been 3 years of the same treatment.

I pushed​ those thoughts away and turned to my right to see my daughter, Jenba asleep.

She is the reason i endure all of this. Out of all the hatred i have for her father she is the only form of love that came from the both of us. She is only two but she is as sharp as a knife.

I can softly hear Rosa as she goes about her morning duties.

I get up to walk to the bathroom but feel as if my skin is peeling of due to the stickiness of the blood in between my legs and the skin.

I walk slowly due to the pain in my lower back and pubic area. I make my way to the wash area to get rid of all the filth i have on myself.

My life was never like this before.

I was captured by the Kityo people 3 years ago when they raided our village. Sadly, i caught the eye of there chief warrior. Who ended up forcing me to marry him so that he could spare my family.

He was a truly sick twisted bastard.

I finished with my morning routine and left to start on breakfast for my family.

"Morning Kishani" Rosa greeted me with sympathy.

"Morning Rosa." I answered back.

I started with making Jenba's breakfast as Rosa did mine and the man i called my husband.

Aiko.

Aiko was a tall, no-shit faced kind of guy. After all he was the chief warrior of the village. His strict ways made the army of Kityo one of the best in the region. He also had a full grown beard to signify his title as chief warrior.

Sadly our daughter Jenba took most of his looks they both had flowy brown hair and bright green eyes that saw through your soul. It would be a lie to say that he was ugly.

"Papa." I heard my daughter call me from the bedroom.