The Man I Call My Father

On getting to the gate the man I call my father walks in with a heavy stench of alcohol I pinch my nose his steps wagger

he stood leaning at the side pole giving me a dark look "where are you off to? " he questioned me directly " I have some business" I respond tiredly " you sure do, when you took after that bitch" he spat such fickle words with know care

I gritted my teeth " you know, you don't have to call her that she never deserves this, because she's my mother your wife " I glared dangerously at him

he walks towards me size me up and starts laughing like a mad man I wonder if this man is my father he doesn't behave like one

in flash, he gave me a slap my face stung from the hit I held my burning face with my palm enduring the pain and not letting my tears fall

" you don't dare run your mouth on me"

he pushed me out of his way and went toward the house

I ran out of the house not staring back I ran across the street to the next four buildings

" you are a minute late" that's Larry one of my closest friends waving at me as I approached the Toyota Tacoma his leaning on his mouth chewing on a stick he has a crude appearance that makes people fear him he had his hair dyed in red and have this scary tattoo on his left upper forearm he's ears pierced his putting on a raged gean together with singlet shirt

I jump into the back not answering him " that's it" he continues with his arms spread

" Larry let her be seams she got trouble from home" Gina his girlfriend who's sitting at the front said smiling at me

he got sitted in the car and drove off I lean my head to the side and glance out the window my mind occupied

I never paid attention to whatever Larry and his girlfriend are discussing

My name is KISHA White Man. Don't be deceived by my last name. I grew up leaving with my parents.

All my life I grew up witnessing my family's drama which affected me psychologically.

I wonder why they even ended up together since they hate each other's guts.

My mum is a white American while my dad is a black American.

They are always fighting no peace at all which drives me nuts.

My mum finds her happiness in drinking, smoking, and gambling. I don't know when all this started but I find it becoming part of her.

In my dad's case nothing good to the tale about him. he's a cab driver but that shouldn't be the reason for his reckless attitude towards us he's his own family.

Most times when mum is not home he takes his anger out on me.

The house we are even living in was my mum's wedding gift. Gifted to her by her dad the last inheritance ever received from her dad.

The whole family thing is so complicated my mum's family never accepted her relationship with my dad in the first place.

They were seriously against the relationship between them. But my mum was blinded by the so-called love I didn't see till today.

The house was the last thing she received from her father before she departed from her family, whom I don't know till today.

Such a sad life for a young girl, to grow up witnessing such percussion.

The neighbors knew my parents as the crazy couple. while I was always referred to to to ed as the daughter of that crazy couple.

What a pain! growing up in such an environment resulted in me not having emotions as a normal human should have.

however, I already had a second thought to change everything about myself from this day on.

I can't continue leaving this way, I might not show it but am hurting from the inside.

I have four amazing friends who share the same views as me about life. we reel together to upsurge this cruel world.

Together, we destroy the evil men polluting our society and make so sure they are deteriorating their wealth.

Am no saint, my name is Kisha white man my friends refer to me as the Jade beauty of our group.

We going to show the bunch of bastards in this world not to mess with my realm.