Today was so long and tiring. It was physically and mentally draining. I finally resumed school after two weeks of treatment from the bruises and wounds from the battering and abuse from my father. I was struggling and trying to catch up with the classes I've missed as I was now in SS 2 and I am 16 years old.
There was no family relation close by to report to. I have no friends and I didn't try to make friends as I felt that I wasn't good enough and no one would want me around. My form teacher noticed how withdrawn I've always been and tried to force me to tell her what was going on. I wanted to confide in her but I remained tight lipped as I clearly remembered my father's threats, he said "if you tell anyone, they will report to the police and they will take me away and worse men than me will do worse things to you because you are worthless and you are incapable of love". Although I wonder what could be worse than the scars and pain I wake up with every day, remembering with clarity that they were inflicted on me by my father. Gradually my father had mapped out a pattern, he came in for his visits once in two weeks and I've resolved to stop struggling but he always finds reasons to beat me up and what upsets me most is that he sickenly says he loves me. My form teacher at, first thought it was my mom's absence but later the bruises and scars and constant absence from school made her sense something else. She expressed her concern to my father and that particular night he did worse things to me and swore to raise it by several notches if I ever gave anyone a reason to suspect him. The ugliness continued until one day after one of those evil and torturous sessions,I finally caved and told her everything. She was too stunned and cried all through. She was so bitter and she promised me that it would be okay. She swore to me that she will get the right people involved and that things will get better soon. I feel mildly relieved and very hopeful. So fingers crossed...
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