Who Do I Tell?
My story is that of a pity...story of someone who was taken advantage of by those meant to protect her. It's like the story of our Nigerian government who would exploit us to the very last under the pretext of protecting us. Nothing is free in this world, not even when you live in Freetown. A lot of things are wrong with humans but who do I tell my story to? I've been betrayed by everyone meant to protect me and now, I don't even know where to start again.
I was 16 years of age when I lost both my parents to a ghastly accident. I was not the only child. I had an elder brother who has been known for his drinking and extreme ways of life. Dad's only house and landed properties were sold by my 24 years old brother and he ran away. I didn't even know until the new owners visited the house and demanded that I leave at once.
I tried to reach out to my brother but his numbers weren't going. I saw all the documents of the house with them and they weren't forged. I knew my brother's signature even if they woke me up from sleep. Everything just moved from bad to worse and I wanted to wake up from this nightmare. From what I gathered, he is presently in Brazil where he is living his life by frolicking around with girls.
How can my elder brother who was meant to protect me do this to me? This was the first act of betrayal I felt by a family member and he didn't even look back. Why didn't he even take me along and make me not endure this misery of moving from house to house? He is enjoying the money and his life while I've become an object of use from humans, more so from family members.
I called my uncle immediately after the new owners came to take over the house. I was allowed to pick only my personal belongings and what do I have other than clothes? I couldn't even pack as many things as I can because, how would I move them?
I went straight to my uncle's place with just my one bag with clothes and other personal things. I felt all these would be behind me since I am now with family. The nightmare started and I wish I didn't have to go there in the first place. He is married but his wife stays in the U.K with two of their children. The only one around is their little girl aged 11 and the reason was that they wanted her to finish her education here before going to the U.K to join others. She is at the boarding school at that time, so she's not always home.
Every night my uncle would always visit my room to have sex with me. The first night he came I felt it was because he was drunk. He tried it and I ran away to the sitting room to avoid it only for him to apologize the next day. I felt it was a mistake and was happy it didn't happen but the second night, he came prepared and I was sleeping when I felt the duvet leaving my body. I opened my eyes and saw him again. I tried to head to the door as usual but he already locked the door. I was alone in the house with him so no one would hear my cry. That was how he had his way with me amidst tears and pains.
He wasn't remorseful the next day and he told me if I want to continue living in his house, I would have to be more flexible and open since I don't have anyone else to take me in. All through my stay there, I tried so hard to reach out to my brother through social media but nothing worked. He stayed off the grid. He was my only ticket out of that house. This continued with my uncle for a year and the only break I took was when his daughter came around for the holidays. I wish she could stay for long sometimes but she had to go back.
I summoned the courage to leave when I noticed I got pregnant for him and he had me remove it, of course. After I healed from the pain after a week, I ran away to another of my uncle's place, this time around, my mother's younger brother and again, I wish I didn't. The devil you know is better than the angel you don't know. This assertion is never far from the truth, at least in my case.
I left my former uncle's place without his notice and got to my new uncle's place. The moment I got there I knew I was in trouble again because that was the day his wife left for the U.S as well but they had no kids. I've never been chained in my life and this uncle of mine chained me while performing some 50 shades of grey stunts on me. My body weakened the more and the only thought that comes to my head was to commit suicide. That's better than having to endure those who see nothing in me other than a sexual object of amusement. I'm dying inside and who do I tell?
Cheers.
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