Chapter one The Beginning
The door slammed as someone came into the house probably my father. I quickly finished my food before my parents claims it for themselves.
"Ella come here you slug of brain" barked my father from the sitting. I rolled my eyes and remain where I was so helpless.
"Ella!. I know that you are in there come here now don't make me to repeat myself." He called again and I stood up to go not wanting any trouble for myself.
I enter into the sitting room as my dad lounged a bottles at my mom. She tried to dodge but her move was futile because the bottle hit her on her forehead. She releases a sob and cradling her head.
"Father!" I yelled running to my mom who push me away the moment I touched her.
"Stay away from me. You are all the cause to my problem" she cursed still sobbing. I really feel bad for my mom.
"You piece of shit I called you. so you will listen to me this minute." I sharply turn to my father, my aggravated eyes followed his every movement rage building inside me because of his behavior.
"I have asked myself of what use are you of help to this family..... so am tired of keeping you in my house."
"What.... what do you mean father?. Father pls go straight to the point then beating around the bush because if I remember clearly the only thing you two have done to me is to abuse and maltreat me. You don't care a fig about my life and still yet I feed, cater and provide for all of us in this house so what could have done to me father?" I quizzed tired of his senseless claims.
He stood up angrily picking up the vase with flowers inside about to stone me. I braced myself from the shock but the door suddenly open then a handsome man come inside the house stopping my dad from hitting me.
"Mr Samson. Here I come you old swindler!" The stranger laughed sardoonically going to push my dad off the couch raising his tuxedos to sit on it, still having a scary smile on.
"You thought you could run away with my money huh? 5 years, 5 good years and you still can't pay me back my money..... what am I going to do with you now" he said tapping his jaw in a mockery though.
"I... I...Mr. McDonald, I can explain"
sputtered my father sprawled on the ground with me. I watched the exchange still baffled by it all.
"I know.... I know you have an addled brain explanation, Samson... You poor folks always do" the McDonald smile and shook his head and his eyes land to me. I unconsciously run away as if his eye bore holes into my body.