C27 MY PAST

But I couldn't go around blurting my experience to her. Nuh uh. I wasn't that stupid. We bought the dress and some others and I took her to the park.

There was this very quiet and calm spot by the lake which was in the park. It was shaded and so homey. It was my favourite place in the world. So many tears and so many joys here. It was like my personal space.

"Wow. Oh mi gosh. This place is so comfy" and before I could apologize for no sitting space, she removed her jacket, laid it on the carpet grass covering the area and sat down. She glanced at me expectant. Hmm where to start.....

"Well I won't say my story is s pitiful but it's a bit saddening so try not to cry much. Well as you know, my Name is Mirabelle. Well Mirabelle Stuart, I'm Twenty-one years old and to be honest, I think I come from the most scarred family on earth. My mom is an alcoholic and mostly drunk so she barely knows who she hits and vents on which is me most of the time cause I'm always home in time to see her first and she'd just plant her fists in my face so many slaps, punches, kicks, and the funniest thing is when she's a bit sober, she remembers but never apologizes but rather orders me around and treats me like garbage. And as for that man who calls himself my father. He's a rapist and an animal. He took away my virginity when I was 10 and never missed a chance to assault me from that day. He'd always threaten to kill me if I ever told anyone. and when I started working, he'd take my paycheck and gamble on it and whatever he managed to get, he'd spend most of it and give it to my sisters. I call them the bastard trio. I even remember once when he tied me down and just forced himself on me. I had to take permission from work cause I couldn't walk. I knew I was badly injured. But there was no one and my own sisters,blood sisters did not make things any easier for me. Oh hell no they didn't. The love trashing me. The one you met at the store today, Annabelle, that's the first daughter. I'm the last child though. Annabelle just hated me from the beginning and I never understood why. Even at school she'd treat me so badly pouring all sorts of garbage on me. I felt soo....

So terrible about it. I confronted her once and she said some words that left me shocked. "I hate you because of your face and your hair, you don't deserve anything good but you've got such amazing looks and an angelic attitude. I'll make sure that I RUIN YOUR LIFE.

I cried my eyes out at home that day. I was so surprised that my own flesh and blood could just naturally hate me, all because of my friggin face???