I sat in my room weeping, I just wonder when this will stop. Will God answer my prayers? will I ever be delivered from all this?
If I was told I will live in plenty, but still lack a lot or that I will almost stave to death, almost daily; I won't believe it is ever possible.
You all know I am an orphan my mum is no longer here to defend me, and this one in my uncle's house is no mum at all.
I moved in with my uncle and his family a few weeks after my dad's death. I can't still believe he killed himself.
He put a bullet to his head, how could he be so callous? he did not consider what will happen to me, did he?
Now that I think of it, he was never much of a dad, he was never around; not to me anyway.
He was either locked up in his office or room anytime he is home or comes home very late at night from work.
My mum is our bridge, the only time we connect is when mom is around.
She takes us to lunch, picnic, beach, and parties. Dad never initiates anything, he just sits around and waits for mum to drag him around for family outings and functions.
I will say he was good to my mum though, always taking her out any minute he gets that didn't involve me, always buying her stuff.
He will always say no children allowed except my mum insist, then she will have to drag him to join in the fun all day long
He fines every single thing a reason to touch mum, and then mum will have to remind him, you can't do that you know she is here.
On one occasion I had heard him say "I told you to leave the brat at home" I thought I had heard wrongly. Mum had given him a stern look, now I understood what that look meant.,
I didn't mind back then as I lack for nothing, because mum was supplying all I need and he was supplying mum with cash.
Now without my mum, I am nothing to him, that I think is the only reason I was not enough reason for him to live
If you want to ask what happened to our house and the workers then I will say it's all gone.
I can't explain fully what happened to it but I will say my dad messed the business up pretty badly Uncle Luke couldn't fix it before dad's death
The banks and loan sharks came in quickly after that and in the space of three weeks, everything was practically gone except my maid and some of my stuff, which I have outgrown now.
Uncle Luke decided to retain her for me, but then she got admitted into school a few months ago leaving me all along to Sebastien and his sexual molestation.
I have not introduced Luke's family to you. He is married to Lousy who is two years older than him and has a son called Sebastien.
You will want to know how I knew that, my mum was discussing it with my dad at our dining table so I know.
Sebastian has been my biggest problem, the instant my booms and bust had developed, he had begun to harass me sexually.
On the dining table, while eating his hand will often lip down my laps, as he always insists he loves to sit beside me.
Sometimes when alone in the house, he will demand I kiss him and when I refused, he will slap me.
I once reported him to his mother, but all I got was a threat, she threatened to deal with me if I report my cousin to his father.
Although she promised to caution him, which I believed she did but fell on deaf ears, the assort to my lips continued
Today I had gone done down to have my breakfast in the sitting room just to find out that I was alone with him.
He had been waiting for me, so I just turned to return to my room to come back when he had gone back to his room or gone out with his friends.
Before I could make a U-turn and spring off to my room, he pounds on me
"Where do you think you are going?" he said in a deep voice as fear paralysed my movement.
He is my cousin for Christ's sake I told myself and my mobility returned as I tried and struggle free from his embrace
He dragged me to himself once again before I could fully escape him, he dragged me with one hand wrapped around me holding me in position.
I struggle to free myself from him, I know I am wasting my time, he is four years older than me.
Before I knew it his mouth was on mine nudging me to open up but I didn't, when he didn't get any response he said.
"What happened no responses" 'like there was ever any response on my part' I said in my head "You are not enjoying it," he asked
"We are cousins, remember?" I asked
"And so what," he said still holding me tight.
"This is incest bad in God's eyes," I said, he laughed releasing his gripe, I took the chance and ran for my room.
I heard him shouting my name, I didn't stop till I got to my room and lock myself in. Now I am here so hungry and crying.
Food on the dining table but I am too afraid to go out to eat, I pray I will not have to wait till evening to eat again.
That had happened on occasions, I am trying to avoid him and he had stayed home all day in the sitting room, lying in wait for me to come out for food.
Those days I had cried myself to sleep, then later in the day when my uncle returned and asked for me, I left the comfort of my room, to eat like a hungry lion.
I heard a knock on the door, and I tensed up. Naturally, he does not come to my room.
After the first time, he had been on a hot chase with me and when I had made it to my room and locked up.
He had knocked for a while got no responses, and was forced to leave without me, he had stopped coming to my door.
So who can be by my door, I waited not responding, then I heard the cook's light voice, relief washed over me as I walked to my door and opened it.
The instant I opened the door she walked in with a tray of food, the aroma brought pure joy to my heart.
I watched her set a table of food near my bed.
I was too emotional to talk for a while. I just look at her as she gestured for me to sit down and eat.
"I will be back for the plate," she said as she walked to the door.
"Wait," I said and she stopped turning to face me
" Thanks a lot," I said, she nodded her head
"I saw the way he is treating you, I cannot continue to sit and do nothing so I snicked this in while he was playing games on the phone," she explained
"Thanks so much I am grateful" I sat down and dug in
"You should report him to his dad you know, he is a good man, he won't tolerate this mess," she said and I swallow the food in my mouth.
"I wanted to but his mum won't let me, she promised to get me out of his house if my uncle ever got to know about this," I said as I put another full spoon of rice and stew onto my mouth.
"That's is pure wickedness, what is that woman up to? hope she knows that is sin." when I didn't say anything but consecrated on eating, she said.
I will be back for the plate, please stay safe, don't open the door or else you are sure it is me." I nodded and continue eating.
She opened the door then stopped, I tensed up again holding my breath, as I dropped my spoon with food back On the plate.
She looked back smiling, I relaxed visibly. "I just want to suggest you leave that food and come lock the door.
I stood up immediately, walked to the door, and lock it after her before returning to my food to finish up