There is a saying, you never know what tommorow holds. It might be better than your yesterday, but who knows. The world as confusing and as complicated as it might be, no one knows what his tomorrow will hold. The world is filled with so many probabilities one could only wish for the best in life.
Take me for example, I lost my mom at a very young age. And because of that my father was forced to get another wife. He was the busy type so caring for me and handling work proved quite a hassle.
The marriage was blissful for a while till I was tossed aside. I became the slave, the used one. I can't possibly count how many times I got beaten up because I ended up breaking a glass plate while doing the dishes. To be honest, I can't say I blame her, who knows I might not be any less better if I was in her position. This continued till I was 18.
Did I forget to mention that she had a child with here when my father married her. Just when I was 18 he was 177.
Molested by her son there was only little I could say. And don't get me wrong cause I tried opening up, well the last time I did one side of my chick got swollen.
She insulted and punished me for " lying" against her son.
On the other hand her son gave me his piece of mind. After the beating from his mother, she went to market. And in my miserable state I had to tidy the house. Just as I was down I went into the bathroom to have my bath. I looked closely at every mark on my body, every scare from each beating I collected. It made me hate myself, the skin color I was given, everything. I touched them gentle. Each scars remind me of a memory, a time I was wrongly mis-handled.
And just when I decided to forget it all and go on with the reason why I was there in the first place I heard a sharp knock on the door. " open the door" the voice I heard just outside the door broke me and whatever wall I was trying to build to hide my emotions.
It was him again, the monster.
" I said open the door" I heard him say once more.
" Leave me alone, why won't you just let me be" I cried, I broke down instantly on floor of my bathroom hoping someone would come in and save me at that moment.
" If you don't want me to break this door and tell mom it was you who did it you better open up" he threatened.
I didn't have much of a choice. If I tell her I didn't do it she wouldn't believe me plus he breaks the door and have his way with me anyways.
Sitting there on the bathroom floor I cursed myself for ever been born. I had always blamed God for not letting me die the moment I was born, I would have skipped all this suffering and pain not just the one done to me physically but mentally as well.
I mustered up courage as I stood from the floor I sitting on and went straight to the door and open it.
" What do you want?" I asked. Oh I knew what he wanted, but for some reason I wanted to have a benefit of doubt.
I didn't get a reply immediately not until his eyes has roamed all over my body like a hungry lion.
"Strip" I heard him say. I looked into the eyes of this monster and found no emotions whatsoever. I knew it was pointless tobeg and so I gave In begging would only put more Bruce's and scare on my skin.
I did just as he had asked. I stripped. The towel which was covering my body fell down the floor and reveal my body.
I felt his hand caressed my cheek in the ugliest way possible. I swallowed hard trying not to cry.
I felt his hand on my breast,he gave them a slight caress before dragging me out of the bathroom and putting me on my knees.
He held my hair tightly and forcefully shoved his member into mouth continuously pulling my head back and forth. A tears rolled down my cheek as the only thing I could think of was digging my teeth deep into his skin. Which I did.
"Fuck!!" He spat landing a heavy slap on my face which bought me down the floor completely. I held my face crying uncontrollably thinking if what I did was actually a good idea.
"Bitch! You will pay for that" he stormed out probably to get a turning stick or a rod to use on me, it wouldn't have been the first time.
If there was ever a right Time to flee from this sorry excuse of a life, that was it. My only chance. I grabbed my towel from the floor and ran out of the house.
I fled without looking back.if he had called me I didn't listen I just wanted to go away from everything. Every pain that they had ever cost me. From the family will had continuously regard me as nothing.
I ended finding myself in a place I could hardly recognize, if going back was an option I couldn't do it, I had completed lost my way.
In the middle of nowhere with nothing but a towel wrapped around my body. Where would I start from? Where would I go? Unfortunately all those questions were what I should have asked myself before making up my mind to flee.
I struggled my way through life from then. I had begged, I got raped several times, even beaten up but all that was fine
I made my way through paradise. I owned my company, I had everything I could ever ask for, I was rich.
The moment I found out I was settled I decided to go home, I decided to see the Expression on their face and to see them beg me.
My name is Sabrina and my tomorrow was quite explicit...
I apologize for the “curse words” that have been used in this story.
