I realized how my therapist seemed interested in my back ground . She asked lots of questions whenever she returned from work about my past . She researched the locations of a few of them and manage to link me up to with them . One day she told me my parents wanted to come over for us to talk . I was astonished, why now after two years . But yet still I accepted to see them, there were some scores we needed to settle . Mom , I called out seeing her . She had aged so much in these two years . The last time I saw her was in January last two years before I ended up here. " How are you doing mom?" I asked "I've had better days." she said with teary eyes. "How is dad doing ? Why didn't he come ? Where is my brother ? How is he also ?" I asked . " Your brother is fine ." She said ." What about dad?" I asked . With that being said she broke down in tears " He is not okay he has been hospitalized for a year now and doctors are saying he has six months left to live " she said "I'm sorry Rile

Suddenly I heard the sound of footsteps rapidly coming close the door . It was inserted into the lock turned and the door flung open bringing in the cold chilly air outside . The scar face man had entered the room . I noticed he limped .He scanned the room with his wicked looking eyes . He came to me and handed over a bag containing some clothing , packed meals and drinking water . I guess he noticed from my torn clothing the ordeal I had gone through . He smiled and started moving towards me with that glint in his eyes when suddenly he had a call on his cell phone. He seemed agitated after receiving the call . He rushed close the door and locked it from outside. I could hear the screeching of his car as he moved out at a very fast pace . I wondered what had disturbed him. I had a premonition that my situation was going to get worse . I needed to find a way to get out of this place fast . I needed to get access to the locked cabinet . I instinctively had a feeling that somehow these ca

After narrating this story the Catholic father assured me that whatever sin I had confessed to have been forgiven by God as a result of my confession . He also assured me that since I had killed in self-defense there was no need to fear God's punishment in hell. He also made me understand that there was no need to continue having the feeling of guilt, shame and self blame because of what had happened to me in the past . He encouraged me to refrain from mistrusting people as a result of my experiences in the past . He assured me that just as there were evil people in this world there were also very good people around to make the world a better place . As we went back towards the car for our journey back home he came out to see us off. He pulled Josy aside. I heard him in undertones quietly thanking my therapist for her good work and efforts she was making to atone for her sins . I was not meant to hear and I seemed a bit surprised.

When I got home nothing had changed. My room still had the black and pink theme I left two years ago . With my pictures hanging on the wall near my bed and my painting and poems stuck on the other side of the room. The room felt different. I felt like something had changed . All these colours were giving me a different vibe. It felt dull and lifeless. I went near my art wall and used the tip of my fingers to brush over the words. I sat on my bed thinking of everything that had happened in these two years. From the part where I was kidnapped to where I was raped and how I met Josy. Life is really funny,the older you keep getting the more you see things in a different way. It has a funny way of teaching us. One thing life has thought me is to love the people who saw me in my misery,when I was invisible to everyone . Those that stuck by my side encouraging me. Life has also thought me that to pluck a rose there are two outcomes, to either get hurt or to pluck it with ease if you are l

Months have passed by quickly and so has time . During these five months I have stayed with my adopted family, I have had the best time of my life and created so many memories. My adopted dad came home two months ago because he insisted he wanted to have a feel of home before he passed on . Mum was upset with him because she did not want to lose him or see him die at home . She claimed it will be very painful and that the memory would haunt her for life but seeing how happy papa was she gradually accepted the situation .I was in my room writing down a poem I intended to give to Papa when I heard a loud scream . With the speed of light I descended the flight of stairs to come face-to-face with mum staring at Daddy's closed eyes with her eyes brimming with tears as she stroked his hair to wake him up . He looked too peaceful and quiet his skin looked pale . Mom begged for me to wake papa she continuously said " Riley , your dad doesn't want to wake up . He's mad at me for not bringi