I walked into the seemingly empty home, my two younger brothers Ian and Isha were sleeping on the couch.
The nanny was in the kitchen preparing dinner, dad had gone on a business trip two months ago and as for mum, I'm guessing she's at a party or something.
I went straight to my room and collapsed on the bed, my back hurt from carrying my bag and my whole body felt like it was on fire from walking under the hot sun.
I slipped out of my clothes and dragged my self into the bathroom for a quick shower.
I walked out the shower with a towel around my chest, I was dripping wet from head to toe and boy did it feel refreshing.
I dried my body with a blue fluffy towel.
My dad died two days after Isha was born and his family snatched everything he left behind from us.
Mum had to work hard to provide for us and she spent all her time in her boutique trying to make money so as to take care of us.
She met my step dad at a party and they kind of fell in love with each other.
He turned out to be a wealthy business man and also a play boy.
I loathed him at first sight but mum didn't even mind his bad reputation, he had made many advances at me and had tried to rape me once but my nanny came to my rescue.
She advised me to tell mum which I did but mum just told me that he was playing with me and fired my nanny.
I had been too scared to tell her anything after that and started wearing tight jeans anytime he was around.
I sighed sadly as I stared out the window, I miss my real dad. None of this would be happening to me if he was here.
The bullying started when he died, my classmates called me fatherless, jinxed and all sort of other names which I choose not to remember.
Once on father's day, Tiffany dragged me to the gym and told everyone that since I didn't have a father then they should show me some "sympathy". They threw eggs, flour, butter, milk and oil at me in the name of baking a cake.
They didn't listen to my pleas neither did my tears warm their heart.
Damien broke my heart the more by reading my diary to everyone and shared whips used for beating me.
That was the worst day of my life, the worst part was mum didn't notice or even if she had I doubt she would care.
I sat on my queen sized bed and snuggled my teddy bear, my only companion.
My phone rang and I picked it up to see a strange number calling me.
I picked it up and placed it on my ear, "hello" I said with quivering lips.
"Hey, this is Freddie. Am I speaking with Tammy?" He asked and I sighed in relief.
" Yes, how are you doing? How did you get my number?" I asked.
" I'm fine and I got your number from that Damien guy" he replied making my heart skip a beat. Damien has my number?
" Oh, I...is there anything you need help with?" I asked "no, not really. Just wanted to say hi, anyway see you at school" he said and hung up.
I can't believe Damien has my number,why hasn't he ever called? Is he planning something? What is he planning?
I couldn't sleep a wink as I kept worrying about what Damien might do to me.
I cried sadly and looked out the window, I sighted Damien's house. Thanks devil,why does he like to see me suffer? What did I ever do to him?
I stayed like that till daybreak, I had my bath and got dressed in my school uniform before leaving for school.
Mum had left already before I got downstairs so I had to take the bus.
The kids in the bus kept teasing me and throwing paper balls at me.
"Hey jinxed, come and clean my feet" someone said and I turned to see Tiffany smirking at me.
I slowly stood up and walked to her to clean her shoe. As I bent down to clean it she kicked me.
I fell hard on my butt and she burst into laughter alongside her minions.
I stood and turned to return back to my seat.
"Who said you can leave? Sit back on the floor!" She snapped and I sat on the floor again.
She snatched my glasses from my face, she threw it on the floor making me partially blind.
I tried to search for them but I felt someone slap me across my cheek.
As if that was not enough, they all started kicking and hitting me.
I couldn't fight back and even if I could, I would only make matters worst for myself.
The bus came to an halt and they all came down while I crawled to the back to cry.
I couldn't find my glasses so I couldn't see and it seemed like the bus driver had licked me in without knowing.
I cried silently and whispered "help! Someone help me!". My head began to spin and my eyelids felt weak, I tried to stand up by ended up falling back to the ground.
I placed my head on the seat and waited for death to possibly take me away.
A song that my mum used to sing to me came to my mind and I began to sing lowly.
"I fought thousand battles"
"I lost million wars"
" But no matter what will happen"
" I'll stand up tall and strong"
" My head is spinning"
" My breath has been cut off"
"But above all I'll keep fighting"
"Fighting on my own"
I sang in tears and little hope of living, the door to the boss suddenly clicked open and someone walked in.
"Hey pretty" I recognized the voice to belong to one of Damien's friend.
He touched my thigh and I heard him click his tongue.
"You're going to be sweet" he muttered and proceeded to take off my clothes.