"My heart pounded as I held the phone tightly in my hands,not knowing that this single act of desperation would lead to something far bigger than I imagined"
I was desperate to use a phone because all my friends mock me for not having a phone saying I'm up to their standards.So I stole my uncle's phone and hid it somewhere no one could find it,I started using it to satisfy myself after three hours the house was in chaos my uncle just found out his phone is missing,we started searching for it everywhere when I know deep down that it was with me,I pretended not to know anything i was even the one who searched thoroughly than the others.
My uncle turned to me and asked if I took the phone,I denied it through my teeth but I was caught because whenever I get scared or nervous I usually puke,they started suspecting then that said if I don't tell the truth,they would take me to a police station and ask them to give me 100 lashes of cane,I got scared and handed the phone over to him.To my greatest surprise they didn't do anything to me but that was the last day they ever trust me, anything I say to them now is just a lie they never believe a word I say.
It stopped and we started living like a happy family we've always been,but all changed the day went to live with my second uncle with his wife and two kids. They made my life a living hell,every morning I would wake up by 3am do the chores,fetch waters,attend to the children and also take them to school, sometimes I wouldn't eat anything for days I skip school hours,I attend school twice in a week,my grades started dropping I wasn't attentive to any classes all I do is sleep all day but I never complained to anything because I see it as a training until the day my second uncle did what I would not even pray my enemy do to me.
I thought I had a glimpse of freedom when I lived with my second uncle but instead it was hell in disguise,to my second uncle he see me as "spoiler brat, ungrateful wretch" but I'm not,he made his children bully me everyday saying it was my honour to be bullied by them, whenever he is angry,he would wip me with a rod till he is calm,I would groan in pain but nobody to comfort me, sometimes they won't even give me food saying I'm not worthy to eat with his plates.If his first child slaps me,I dare not slap mine back.
Whenever I serve food to his children he would make me kneel and serve them,he would even make me their table,he will put the hot food on my back and made me wait till they are done eating before I could eat mine.i felt intimidated I became even weaker by the day I got thin that even a stick is more fatter than I am,it countined until the day I met my rapist homeroom male teacher.