Prologue
She found herself on her bed, gaze fixated on the blank pages of an untouched book. Penning down each word pregnant with emotions would help ease her heavy heart, at least that was what she hoped for. It used to work back then, when her thoughts disturbed her to the point she felt as though she was unable to breathe any longer but that was then and the magic might’ve just have faded over the years. That didn’t stop her though and as the pen came in contact with the paper, words were scribbled fiercely tainted the whiteness of the page and images which constituted her mind unfortunately as a part of her memory played vividly, as though it was just yesterday. The dim room, his huge frame pinning her down on the bed. Her face held extreme pain, yet not a word was uttered. She was used to being an object in his arms and was tired of fighting. Though too little to understand what was going on Vanessa knew her mum had been put in some kind of uncomfortable position. She watched through the slightly opened door as he pulled out his penis from his trouser and went ahead to thrust forcefully into her. To him having a woman, his woman, helpless crying beneath him showed his capability as a man but all Vanessa saw was a beast in form of a man and sadly he was her father. One could say Vanessa had nothing to worry about anymore as just a few weeks later, a group of men dressed in the formal uniform of the police had barged into their home, seized both of his hands behind his back in a pair of handcuffs as they pushed him out of the house and into their car. Facing her poor mother, Vanessa failed to get any form of reaction from her. Growing up had given her a full understanding of what occurred that night and she hated it, she hated how adulthood had played a cruel game on her and her mentality.
“Nessa, love is not meant for everyone darling. Unfortunately I’m not one of those deserving of it.” Her mum had said severally and growing to the shopicated woman she was right now her mother’s words had been personalized. Every male posed as a threat to her. She couldn’t face what her mother had faced in the hands of any man. No man would strike her, no man would beat her to the point of inflicting wounds on her and lastly no man would abuse her sexually like her damn father.
