SOMEWHERE IN SOUTH AFRICA, #WATTYS2017

👒chapter4👒

  Yes,the beast stabbed her leaving me with no opportunity to even cry he dragged me by my hand into my mums room ,leaving mam and the knife that was thrusted into her ,that was the rate of his fearlessness his wickedness ,he feared no one ,not even our law he made me see him as a demi-god ,he was powerful ,I mean very strong I never

over powered him ,not even for once  ,he denied me the right of education, the right of expression the right of free movement, he decided when I should be happy and when I should be sad,that was the rate of his power ,I didn't have friends

anymore,they all laughed at me and mocked me ,I ..I can remember one faithful day ,one morning when I  decided to be happy,not because I wanted too ,but because I had too,it was my birthday ,I just

had to be happy but I forgot the power to choose between happiness and bitterness was in the hands of a stranger ,I was in my mums room I was staring at her picture ,she was very beautiful and though she didn't love me,I just wanted to see her face ,I just wanted to know her more,but

this person held me from my back I jumped towards the door ,on reaching there I discovered that the door was locked,I knew it was more trouble to me  because he warned me never to run away

from him,he grabbed my wrist and hit my head on the wall which made my mums frame to fall ,I picked it up and put it on my chest and cried,(hoping she would hear me somehow),he didn't care he is heartless ,he took the frame, caressed his hands on it softly and smiled at what he saw ,he broke

the frame and took out the picture,he had this evil intention,which annoyed me,as a child I took the picture from him,this made him angry ,I stood up and stepped backwards he came closer to me,then that was when he started touching me  on anywhere his evil mind leads him to,that

was when I heard a knock in the door ,I was relieved it was his friend Pato,who usually drinks and smokes with him at the backyard leaving me with no option but to be a second partaker in their evil act by inhaling the smoke which came out from

the cigarette they lit ,I would choke and find my way outside watching the children laugh and play ,laughing was so easy for them they had a beautiful childhood and enjoyed what I call childhood life to me I had no childhood the innocence of my childhood was taking away by a

stranger ,yes I live with him everyday but in my eyes he was just a stranger ,they had access to every part of my already miserable life  I ...........