Chapter one
The sound of cries kept echoing through the house, sounds of pain and death. Yes death, death in the making with the rate at which my fist was pounding into my father’s face. I can’t see nor hear anything apart from wonderful sound of bones being broken. I can’t help it.
I only stop my assault when I feel my fathers, if he’s even fit to called one, body limply lying on the floor. And what can I say he looks like a Leonardo Da Vinci masterpiece. A work of art painted with my fist.
Standing to observe my art, as my eyes rake the scene beforeme, I noticed there was blood everywhere, of course not mine hm, but his, mainly oozing from his mouth andddd wait, is that a busted skull I see,” yep definitely is” I say as I lean a bit closer to see, might have gotten it when he fell of the stairs. His face was swollen and busted upon recognition with a broken nose and jaw.
”ohh such satisfaction”I sigh out as I crouch down in front of my father’s body as he took his final breathe.
It was at this point I knew that this wasn’t going to be the last dead body I will be seeing.*smiles*
My name is Sarah Mensah, twenty two year old, dark skin, five feet two, born and breed in Ghana, who at age eighteen pushed her dad off the stairs in their home and beat the crap out of him till he met his death.
Why? Because he was a deadbeat dad who tried to trade his only child to the brothel to for a 30% share from the money I will be making at the brothel. He wanted to reap of something he did not sow*snorts*funny, I know right. Luckily I caught him off guard before he could even put his plan into action.
Do I feel guilty about what I did? Definitely no, but I do feel guilty for not doing it earlier.
How did I get away? We are in Ghana for godsake, make up good robbery story with a few bruises yourself and you are good to go.
Yeah ,yeah, I know I’m a bit crazy, *eye roll*,okay definitely a pyscho but I’m not here to talk about my obvious daddy issues and fucked up brain. I’m currently on an eleven hour flight to the United States. How did I manage to afford it? Well after the whole robbery incident reached everywhere, people reached out to help, which led to me currently sitting in this plane with a sponsored trip to the states to continue my education. I’m now convinced that I should have killed him earlier. But anyways its all in the past now. A new life awaits me and intend for it to be a good one.
Hope it goes well!
