Chapter 9
Edited on January 29,2023
@3:54pm GMT
Chapter 9
They will never accept me!
Kiekie's POV.
I was so excited. I thought that went I show my award to my parents, they would have been happy. But that were my imagination. That made them hate and despised me more.
"Couldn't they just love?? What kind of parents will hate their child like that? What kind of parents will deprive their child from recess and refuse to give them food in the house? Have my parents interaction with the Devil himself???" I asked myself those questions for there years I lived with them.
I enter the house dad was sitting on the sofa watching his favorite basketball game. Mommy seems restless she was tapping her left feet on the ground she seems very angry!!!
I looked at my phone and it was 9:15pm. "Gosh! I am dead!"
We went out for celebrating after the competition. We when to hotel Africa beach. We had fun eating chocolates, ice-creams and chicken pizza.
Even though my parents abuse me. I never when out late at night. I guessed that was why my mom seemed restless when I came home at 9:15pm that night.
What did she care anyway?
She didn't love me. She should have been having the time of her life instead of sitting waiting impatiently for me, as if I had her to do it for me.
Bonsi... I didn't complete my greetings. I was cut off by Mom. It seems like they loved to cut me off.
"Enough young lady! Your greetings are totally useless to us!!! Isn't it enough I gave birth to you??? Why should you cause us trouble?? I wish I would had aborted your pregnancy!!! I wish... I wish...I had left you in the hospital!!! I wish we never made you that day!!! You are totally useless! You're disgrace, you are worthless."
"You will forever be! What do you think of yourself? Do you think that you own my house? Do you think that you can leave and come home at anytime. Why did you participate in a competition without asking our permission."
"What if your worthless self would have lost. You were going to disgrace our family name. You have caused us trouble form the day you were born. You made me to go under operation."
"After I gave birth to you, I was in comma for three months! You didn't stop there at age three you burned down our house and company to ashes! I hate you Kiekie Inna Johnson! I hate you! I despise you! You have caused me so much pains. Seeing you everyday reminds me of the pain you are!"
"But above all, I WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN!" She said emphasizing on each word with venom in it!!!
"How dare you come late!" He said beating me with his belt.
"Isn't it enough we allow you to live under our roof?" He said punching and kicking me like a ball.
You are totally worthless just one single rule you couldn't follow! The next time you coming late it will be worst than this." Dad said after he back slap me across the face.
The force of the slap made me fall hard on my head. I was already weak from the beating.
That beating made my face and body, black and blue.
He walked out of the living room burning with rage dropping the piece belt to the ground. He beat me till the belt cut on my skin. It was the first time my dad physically abuse me.
I took back my words that moment. "No body deserve to be abuse!"
I looked at my sister with a teary eyes who was sitting on the sofa, she looked at me with disgust and was smiling at me in pains. She got up form the sofa and followed her darling parents.
"Mo....Mom... da... dad.. I am sorry... I am so sorry Mom and Dad... I am so sorry, I didn't mean to come late! I didn't mean to come in your life. I am sorry for putting you all through so many pains. I wish I can just die as a punishment for allowing these people go through so much pains for me." I said with tears falling down my face like the cavalla river.
I buried my head in my kneels with clapped my hands together pleading to the woman who brought me into this World. Pleading to my mother who had already left the room... I sat there begging my parents to forgive me even though they have left
"I am sorry mom! I am sorry for making you experience operation... I am sorry for putting you in comma." I whisper to myself.
I am sorry Dad... I am sorry for destroying your company in Ivory Coast.. I am sorry for hurting your wife." I cried.
I cried that night till there were no more tears. I cried because of what mom explained.
I cried because I put them through so many pains. I cried for the other children around the World who went through the same or worst abuse than mine. I cried till I couldn't cried or talk.
I knew that no matter what my parents will never love me. They were not believers. They didn't follow any religion. They will never accept me. They will never appreciate me!!!
It hurts!! It actually hurt to know that the once who are suppose to protect you are the once harming you!!!
The beating didn't really hurt me, but those words break that wall I tried to hold up!!!!
I will never lean on someone to love me!! I will love myself and I know God and Cleo loves me.
My parents are not the people, I should beg for their love!!! I can't take this anymore!! I can't continue to stay here or they will drive me crazy form their words.