Jealous Gore And The Victim

She complained about everything I do, she bullied me all the time and I found these House evil.

"What again? Why are you calling me? Y'all just can't let me breath in peace? All the time Salama! Salama! Salama! Am I the only person on this Earth?"

Hauwa irritably "You think you've grown breast, your titties are now bigger and your curvy shape is deceiving you to be rude, I will mess you up in this House and nothing will happen. I think I'm at heart very easy on you and you haven't been on fire lately that is why you're standing over there to unfold your stupidity." Her eyes dilating as she speaks in a high note and indignantly clasping her hands.

Mom impatiently came out "what is it? Why the noise?" And I loft in startle nervously and Hauwa anxiously responded to her "this prosaic caword talking back at me because I called her over to support me in pulling this Shelf to search under, maybe the card fell beneath it. And she was there on-top of her voice asking me silly questions!"

Mom don't care about asking me and she came on straight to my face with a slap and scold me to leave what I was doing and help Hauwa "I will finish you in this House, you must be stupid to play rudeness in my House, you can't assail with that here, I will kill you with my hands."

With her dreaded sight as she's threatening me. I was frightened, but in patience responded to her which is my first time of doing such... "Oh yes, I'm sure you gave birth to both of us and I am not an outcast nor if I've killed anyone. Here are only two things in life, which is to live and die and I'm on the verge. I've been serving y'all all my life like a slave and servant in my father's House and none of my siblings support me nor smelt all I've been going through. You asked me to cook and I was on it and she's calling me to come and support while others are inside doing nothing.

Why?! How?! And what should I do to please y'all?! I've been receiving all sort of bullying since I was little girl and I'm not an ignorant anymore nor if I'm that stupid to know my right, but I've been patient to ease through this art of war but I never saw unprofessional havior like this. I got beaten up for no reason?!"

Mom couldn't believe her eyes seeing me responding to her, she gushed at me with a stick and Hauwa picked up a wire and they both wildly beat me up. "Don't end it nor stop the beaten until I'm docked beneath the ground, you have to put me to rest for your peace if not I will live in your sight successfully tormenting your happiness."

Their wildness and slashing ended as I fell off in blood panting hard. They got frightened and left me. I was grimily there on the floor feeling inevitably pathetic. It was my bravest moment and I love the outcomes, and the poor devil in me is getting prepared to fight back in time. 'Should I run away? Should I stay? Should I relocate?' Questions kept popping up.

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Most times I feel like I don't belong here and I feel she's not my mom, I'm tired of everything in this House. I Ieel like committing suicide because nothing feels right inhere only my dad, and dad is not always around and I can't tell him everything I'm going through in this House for the fear of my mom.

I love my mom so dearly but she detest me intensely. She gist, laugh and share good time with my siblings and frowned at me whenever she found me doing nothing. She always want to see me doing something but unappreciative of whatever I do, and nothing I would do that seems right nor satisfying to her.

I cried bitterly in silence, I'm dying inside and my strengths are dead, my gods are bend, I'm drawning in the end, I can't figure out nothing I hopped in my rend, why is it so hard inhere when I gave all my best but still never tend?

Most times I spent my night without eating her food, sometimes she intensionally starved me without given me food, and sometimes I just find myself something to eat and avoid eating her food. I'm still good at everything I do and I make sure I am not rude so I put my all in full, swinging through the whole process she prob in due and I'm cool.

But this is not fair to me anymore and I am here in a Mall trying to figure out a wall to block all that I am going through in this world wide doll. For the past ten years I've been facing this fall. I was barely 6 years old girl when I realized that my mom usually treat me different from my other siblings in all.

I'm just like an househelp and more like a slave in my father's House. I do all the House chores, I'm the errand girl, I'm the cook, the housekeeper and I'm still the most hated being. I don't have time for myself, I am always busy all the time, throughout the whole days with no good recommendation or any positive response from my mom and siblings, but demotivation. Is been like this for over ten years until now and I've gotten used to it.

With all my hardworking, my support and everything I put forth everyday to make sure I made my mom happy always turnout to be against me and she bully me over little things. She's always fighting my Dad because of me whenever he is around and trying to show me love and care.

My siblings passionately detest me and they don't hide it and I wondered what crime I've committed to deserve all of these treatment. I don't usually speaks to anyone in the House, because they ignore me and any sort of communication with me, only when I'm needed. I don't have friends both in school, home, inside, outside, direct or indirect only my dad.

I was frustrated and severely wounded mentally and became learning to fight back when I was 15 years old, but so hard for me to. Last year December I was seriously sick and nobody knew about it because I was trying to hold on strong and keep up with the activities and everything I needed to do in the House, and possibly obeying every rules. But One day I fatiguely fell off and fainted while I was cooking due to stress and mom thought I was faking to be ill to avoid performing the house chores, so she went on bullying me thinking I was splendidly fine but pretending to be ill.F Fortunately my dad was around and he overheard her voice while she rained the insult on me, he hastily rushed inside to know what what was happening because he detest it whenever I'm being bullied.

He pushed mom away from me and trying to figure out what is wrong, but my mom left the kitchen. He took me to the nearby hospital for treatment and I became fine the next day.

None of my siblings visited me while I was in the hospital and my mom didn't care to know about my illness, and my Dad was bittered and wasn't happy with them.

When I became fine he puzzlingly started questioning me about my relationship with my mom and my siblings, my health, what I have been going through and so many other questions.

I didn't tell him everything because I knew he has anger issue and he can do anything to protect me for the love, but there actions proved them wrong and he inarticulately murmurs as he stood up unsteady in irritation ready to fight them.

I persuaded him to take it easy and slow and act like a gentleman with wisdom. He became unarmed and loved my ideas and return me home peacefully without making no trouble with anyone.

After a while, he summoned everyone of us and cautioned us to be careful of what we trey, to be careful with him and not to temper with his anger. "Lastly nobody should dare mess with Salama in my House."

He furthered "I've tendered a transfer to return back home to take care of my family and to support everyone in irrespectively. So I will need your cooperation."

This only feud the hate they got for me because it enraged their hearts with detest of me being loved by Dad more than everyone in the family. That idea hunt them and didn't went down well in their hearts, so they hated the transfer, but no choice than listen to the word of thunder.

An evil heart and devilish ideas never seized from producing vile and there is always a new strategy to carry on more evil. The new tactics for their Evilness is manipulation with the attachment to pent me black in so many colours.

Their new aims is to made my dad hates me through set-ups and accusations, but the overseer always see.

My dad knew their plots and understood everything going on in his House. So he undoubtedly trusted me so well when their manipulation started.

They failed and I was winning, and their competition and jealousy fetched them nothing but agony.

Things got better for me but seriously dreadful of their plots in the room having me awful. I became more careful, finding smartness and principles to be added into my affairs with them as needful.

I detested myself at some point for playing so cool and allowing myself to be taken for a fool, for granted in goof and riding on me however they wanted under my Dad's roof.

But the grandma ideas of holding up to patience, to be more peaceful with everyone, holding on to truthfulness and faithfulness kept me going in good.

This is the motive that triggered my resilient attitudes.

I believed these are my trials for my gain to come, so I hold on strong and never gave up on my aims to be born.

It is when my dad finally return home I tend to understood why mom and my sibling's hates on me darely, which is because I look so much like my paternal grandma and my mom detest her so much because of their personal reasons, and for that reason she's transferring that hatefulness to me.

But for heaven sake is it my fault to look like someone?

My dad loves me so dearly with a full pitch of real love. He immensely loves his mama and I'm her photocopy.

My dad is my number one fan, he praise me with the most kindest words, speaks to me with respect, honored me with emotions that lounge love and superiority, he brims tenderness on me to a point I feel like the only person on Earth that is so fortunate to have him as dad.

I don't know If is the love of his mom that influences his attitudes towards me, and for that reason everyone in my family detested and got jealous of me.

Mom can beat me up for no reason, taunt my living to hell, grab me siege in the pit of torment, ditching me pain just for the hate she got for my paternal grandma or something else.

Yeah... I'm the most intelligent, the most beautiful... Got height of 5.7 feet, I look a light chocolate in complexion, have a good shape, but I'm only 16 years old looking like an adult.

Everyone out there loves me, both family friends and other extended family members. And for these reasons as well their hearts blaze up in hateful flame.

I'm the witch mom named me, the devilish child I am to her, the hypocrite she found in me, the ugliest being I looks to her, the torment in her heart, rating me zero to nothing, the only person who makes her sadden moment worse, the most disgusting being that ever lived in her sight, the nightmare in her dreams and the beast that hound her life.

My siblings gauged their insecurity on me they can not pretend. The feelings is anger in their chest, pain and anguish while I live in their nest. They wish to eliminate me but my fortune spirit has not given them that chance to est.

To make it worse for them dad took us out for shopping, he asked me to sit at the front sit with him, and mom declined going with us "on your suit baby." He jestly said and drove off.

We left without her and my siblings on the back sit profiling awkwardness, struggling with awful pain as dad gist and crack jokes with me while driving. I wore the smiling face and laughter in glee.