Prologue
Laying on the bathroom floor,my hands on my head and my face in my laps...The noise from my parents room gets louder by the minute especially my dad's voice,he sounds like a beast when he is angry,i really don't get why my mom still stays....
My name is Ella and i am 18 would be 19 in a few months and i can't wait till I'm old enough to leave this place.
I grew up in a very violent home. i don't really know what it is like to have a completely functional home,my dad is what you would call a narcissist and growing up in Africa it is really an encouraged trait in men.
I've always wanted to grow up so fast i guess it's because i wanted to get away from everything, my mom got married to my dad who was a literal walking red flag, he would beat her even before they got married, shame her and with all that he wasn't even rich i guess she was young and in love....
