A lot of things happened during mom's first trimester and the rest. Cameron was arrested for questioning, concerning the wanted criminal who wanted to assassinate mom that night. There was no evidence that it was him, so he was released, but was placed under close scrutiny. After the incident, things were peaceful for a while. Cameron was kind to mom and me, for the first time in his life. But we knew that he was pretending, so that he'd not be exposed to the world as a woman beater and an abusive father and husband. Mom started to stay out more often. She'd not return home on time, and I started to wonder what was happening. She'd return home late into the night, long after Cameron must have returned from work. Oh you wonder who picked me up from school? Sir Colin did. Mom asked him to keep picking me up from school. Such a kind man. He leaves work early everyday, he only works for five hours. And when I get home, I'd unlock the door and go into my room, undress, take my lunch in t

"How can any girl be so hairy?? She probably smells" "Look at her ears, so big like a rabbit's""I hear she's the daughter of a business mogul in the country. Cameron Peyton, they say" "She doesn't look anything like her handsome, well-toned dad""Watch her fat butt roll as she walks, very sexy thing?" "Her parents have a lot of money! Do you know she asked her mom to stop sending her money once?""I also heard she finds it hard to shed tears. Do you believe that?"I heard students booing and jeering at me as I walked past them towards the hall. And yes, my ears were actually bigger when I was little. They only shrunk when I entered my teenage years. I was hairy, and smelled under the hair. It was not body odour, it happened when I got sweaty as a result of playing too much or being under the sun, even if I wore suncream. I also didn't look anything like Cameron. I didn't have a toned stomach and I wasn't looking physically fit like he was, but we had a little resemblance because h

My mind came back to reality when I realized that someone was knocking on the door. I had stayed too long in the bathroom. My stomach made some somersaults immediately and I did puke, came out of the bathroom to let the intruder in, but I didn't return to the hall until I could hear a sign that it was ending already. I might not be able to control hearing Uncle Robinson talk. I might hit him with my shoe or something. Nobody knew about the incident which happened the previous night. I couldn't even talk to anyone about it. Who would I possibly tell? maybe if my sister comes into the world, I'd tell her all about it. Yeah I could tell Mike Tony. But he was not around. His door had been locked right from the day before that fateful night when mom was attacked. He was in fact not in the house when the incident happened. I wondered where he was. I wondered what had happened to him. Every parent talked about him, and the few who had his number tried calling his cell all to no avail. The

I said that that night was rough because mom kept waking up and turning in bed because she had backaches. But it was also rough because I woke up around 2:00am with beads of sweat on my forehead and chin even though it was warm inside. I had had a bad dream, and I was so scared that I had to stir mom in her sleep so she'd wake up. I wanted her to calm me down, and tell me it was all a dream. It was dark because she had turned off the lights and I was afraid. The lights was one of the things that bothered her so much those days due to her pregnancy. She hated seeing any light at night; it made her very irritable. It must be really frustrating to have a bun in the oven. When she opened her eyes, she held my hands and prayed. It was one thing she did regularly. She prayed, went to church and took me with her. She also hugged me, with me avoiding her large stomach for fear of hurting the baby. I told her that I had dreamed that the baby in her stomach died. She prayed against it and tol

It was so cold outside...so I just cuddled myself under my duvet. I caught a cold the previous night, and coupled with fever, I felt so sick. I was determined to stay indoors throughout that day. My head was throbbing, and my eyes had this heat that made me uncomfortable. Mom had given me some pills before she left my side. I hated how I was feeling and mom was sorry. I was so sick and she wanted to take me to an hospital but I refused. I didn't think it was that bad, besides, I preferred my bed to the hospital beds. She knew it was because of the stress she had been making me go through. "Ariana, get me this, go there for me, pull me up, massage me, bring me some water, do it this way" all those errands wore me out already. I just wanted to be left alone. I was only a child. Mom stayed by my side for hours, apologizing: "I'm sorry, darling" she pleaded. Even when I told her it was fine that she could leave, she still stayed by me. "Please forgive me darling""Mom, it's not your fau