fist full of her hair. Then, before I knew it, my father took and slung me across the room! Thank God I landed on my bed. He slung me with

ut, yet in that same breath, he tenderly turne

honey, are

her side of the room. I could have a broken neck about to die. And neither of them would have cared. I coul

ever seen from him! It was so vicious and full of hate. His lips were quivering and balled up, as well as his f

d you do it and get it over with already?

ing, but so was I. Finally, he stopped

stake of putting your hands on my wife again! How could you do

s my mother! Do you remember her

ay or know my mother's name. No one in this house ever mentioned her name, and Sandra never allowed me to talk about my

ke this. Don't pretend that

y! Donald, now you see it for yourself! I told

d my mother!" I hop up off of my bed, trying to attack her again

is your flesh and bl

ou ever do this again, I will throw you ou

stormed out of my room,

and how she betrayed my mother. And stole my mother's life, and all this time, how she's been controlling my

op yelling. It was like a floodgate of emotions that released years of pinned-up anger. I felt unhinged and un

won't get away

as the first gift and the last gift he ever gave me. I once cherished that clock as I hummed it across the room! In ange

lat onto the bed, pressing my hot face against the cool mattress. I didn't want to feel any more pain. I cried silently, with uncontrollable so

hinking about how everything was becoming crystal clear and why I

y mother had a sister. My aunt Tiffany began revealing things I never knew or wanted to believe. But soon, our calls had to be curtailed when I discovered my stepmother Sandra was snooping and monitorin

ed. Just as my aunt and I had suspected my father had found out, I was co

change my cell

h some boy for hours. I expect better from you. I don't work hard

wasn't on the phon

You now have limited

d Sandra. All this time, my father had me under the impression his family was wealthy and that my mother came from a poor, deprived background. Bu

d his flesh and blood. But now that it's all been confirmed, my father was depriving me of what is rightfully mine. He provided the bare minimum for me. Mostly, he left me physi

on this dreadful day. I couldn't stop recalling all the awful things that happened to me be

lowed the trust of a second male to enter my life and possibly my heart. But, I needed