Jealous Gore And The Victim

She constantly criticized everything I did, bullied me regularly, and I found this house evil.

""What is it now? Why are you calling me again? Can't you let me breathe in peace? All the time, Salama! Salama! Salama! Am I the only person on this Earth?!"

Hauwa said irritably, "You think you've grown breasts and that your curvy shape gives you the right to be rude. I will have no problem standing up to you in this house, and nothing will happen. At heart, I am very easygoing and kind. You haven't been on fire lately, which is why you're over there acting so foolishly." Her eyes widened as she spoke, her voice rising indignantly as she clasped her hands.

Impatiently, my mom came out and asked, "What's going on? Why all the noise?" I jumped in surprise as Hauwa nervously responded, "This pathetic coward is talking back at me just because I asked her to help me pull this shelf to search underneath it. Maybe the card fell under there, but she just kept yelling at me with silly questions!"

My mom didn't hesitate; she slapped my face and scolded me to leave what I was doing and help Hauwa. "I will finish you in this House. You must be stupid to play rudeness in my House; you can't assail with that here; I will kill you with my bare hands."

With her dreaded sight as she was threatening me, I was frightened but patiently responded to her, which was my first time doing such: "Oh yes, I'm sure you gave birth to both of us, and I am not an outcast, nor have I killed anyone. Here are only two things in life, which are to live and to die, and I'm on the verge. I've been serving y'all all my life like a slave and his master in my father's House and none of my siblings supported me anyway nor smelt all I've been going through. You asked me to cook and I was on it and she's calling me to come and support while others are inside doing nothing. Why?! How?! And what should I do to please y'all?! I've been receiving all sorts of bully since I was a little girl, and I'm not ignorant anymore, nor am I that stupid not to know my rights. I've been patient to ease through this art of war, but I saw unprofessional behaviour like this. I got beaten up every day for no reason?!"

My mom couldn't believe her eyes when she saw me responding to her. She gushed at me with a stick, while Hauwa picked up a cable wire, and together they beat me up wildly. "Don't end it nor stop the beaten me until I'm docked beneath the ground; you have to put me to rest for your peace. If not, I will live in your sight, successfully tormenting your happiness." I irritably said.

Their wildness and slashing ended as I fell off in blood panting hard like a dying B, ear and they got scared and left me. I was grimily there on the floor, feeling inevitably pathetic. It was my bravest moment, and I loved the outcomes, and the poor devil in me was getting prepared to fight back in time. 'Should I run away? Should I stay? Should I relocate?' Questions kept popping up.

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Most times, I feel like I don't belong here, and I feel like she's not my mom, not if these are my siblings. I got tired of everything going on in this house, and at some point,nt I felt like committing suicide because nothing felt right in here only my dad, and dad is not always around, and I can't tell him everything I'm going through in this House for the fear of losing my parents.

I love my mom so dearly, but she detested me intensely. She laughed, laughed and shared secrets, had a good time and relationship with my siblings and frowned at me whenever she found me doing nothing or having some rest. She always wants to see me doing something good but is always unappreciative of whatever I may do to support the family, and nothing I would do that seems right or satisfying to her.

I bitterly cry in silence, I'm dying inside, and my strengths are dead, my gods are bent, I'm drawing in the end, and I can't figure out anything, so I hopped in my rent. Why is it so hard inhere when I gave all my best but still never tend?

Most times, I spend my night without eating her meals; sometimes, she intentionally starves me without serving me a meal, and sometimes, I just find myself something to eat and avoid eating from the house. I'm still good at everything I do,o and I make sure I am not rude, e so I put my all in full, swinging through the whole process Shee prob me in du,e, and I'm cool.

But I found this not fair to me anymore, and I am here in a Mall trying to figure out a wall to block all that I am going through in this worldwide doll. For the past ten years, I've been facing this fall. I was barely 6 years old when I realized that my mom usually treated me differently from my other siblings. I'm just like a household and more like a slave in my father's House. I do all the House chores, I'm the errand girl, I'm the cook, the housekeeper and I'm still the most hated being. I don't have time for myself; I am always busy all the time, throughout the whole day, with no good recommendation or any positive treatment from my mom and siblings, but demotivation and bullying. It had been like this for ten years, and until tomorrow or forever, the same thing would prevail, and I've gotten used to it.

With all my hard work, my support and everything I put forth every day to make sure I made my mom happy, she always turned out to be against me and bullied me over little things. She's always fighting my Dad because of me whenever he is around and trying to show me love or care.

My siblings passionately detest me, and they don't hide it, and I wondered what crime I've committed to deserve all of this treatment. I don't usually speak to anyone in the House because they ignore me, and any sort of communication or connection involved with me, only when I'm needed for something. I don't have friends in school, hat ome, inside, outside, direct or indirect, only my dad.

I was frustrated, depressed and severely wounded mentally, and when I was 15 years old, I started learning how to fight back to conquer my fears, but so hard for me to deal with. Last year, in December, I was seriously sick, and nobody knew about it because I was trying to hold on strong and keep up with the activities and all I needed to do in the House to keep it tidy and possibly obey every rule. But One day, I was fatigued, slumped and fainted while I was cooking due to stress, and Mom thought I was faking being ill to avoid performing the house chores, so she went on bullying me, believing I was splendidly doing well. Fortunately, ly my dad was around, and he overheard her voice while she threw the insult at me; he hastily rushed inside to know what was going on because he so much detests it whenever I'm being bullied.

He pushed Mom away from me, trying to figure out problems at the moment, but my mom disdainfully left the kitchen,n, and Dad lifted me up to his car and took me to the nearby hospital for treatment. I became fine the next day but none of my siblings visited me while I was in the hospital and my mom didn't care to know about my illness or how I was feeling, for that reason my Dad became bittered and wasn't happy with them, so he got curious to know what was going on with his family.

He puzzlingly started questioning me about my relationship with my mom and my siblings, my health, what was going on when he was away, all I've been going through and so many other questions. I didn't respond to everything he questioned me about because I knew his anger issue and he could do anything to protect me from whatever it may be, but their actions proved them wrong, and he inarticulately murmured as he stood up unsteady in irritation, ready to scale them when he gets home. I persuaded him to take it easy and kind and act with wisdom, so he became unarmed and concord with my ideas as he returned me home. He peacefully drove home without making any trouble with anyone.

After a while, he summoned every one of us with a warning and caution to be careful of what we do, to avoid his anger. "Lastly nobody should dare mess with Salama in my House." He added.

He furthered "I've tendered a transfer letter to return home so I can look after my family and to support everyone in irrespectively. So I will need your cooperation."

This only fueled their hate for me because it enraged their hearts with the detest of me being loved by Dad more than everyone in the family. That idea haunted them and didn't go down well in their hearts, so they hated the transfer, but they had no choice but to accept it.

An evil heart and devilish ideas never seized from producing vile and there is always a new strategy to carry on more vile. The new tactic for their evilness is manipulation with the attachment to pent me black and in so many colours.

Their new aim is to make my dad hate me too through set-ups and accusations, but the Great God who oversees always sees the righteous through and my Dad knows their plots.

Their new aim is to make my dad hate me too through set-ups and accusations, but the Great God who oversees always sees the righteous through. My dad knew their plots and understood everything going on in his House. So he undoubtedly trusted me so well when their manipulation started.

They failed and I was winning, and their competition and jealousy fetched them nothing but agony.

Things got better for me but seriously dreadful of their plots in the darkest room having me awful. I became more prayerful and careful, finding wisdom and principles to be added to my affairs with them as needed as possible.

I detested myself at some point for playing so cool and allowing myself to be taken for granted and to be fooled by their goofy way of riding on me however they wanted under my Dad's roof.

But the grandma's ideas got me through the toughest period, holding up for patience, more wise, vigilant, careful and peaceful with everyone. I hold on to truthfulness and faithfulness however it seems, and that kept me going positively.

These are the motives that triggered my resilient attitude. I believed these were my trials for my gain to come, so I held on strong and never gave up on myself and my aims to be born.

It is when my dad finally returns home I tend to understand why mom and my siblings hate me dearly. My mom intensely hates me because I look so much like my paternal grandma, and she hates grandma so much for personal reasons, which I don't know about, while my siblings hate me because Dad loves me more and they feel like I'm more intelligent.

But for heaven's sake, is it my fault?

My dad loves me so dearly with a full pitch of real love. He immensely loves his mama and I'm her photocopy.

My dad is my number one fan; he praises me with the kindest words, speaks to me with respect, honoured me with emotions that lounge love and superiority, he brims tenderness on me to the point I feel like the only person on Earth that is so fortunate to have him as a dad.

I don't know If it is the love of his mom that influenced his attitude towards me, and for that reason, everyone in my family detested and got jealous of me. My mom could beat me up for no reason, taunt my life to hell, grab me in siege in a pit of torment, ditching me in pain just for the hate she got for my paternal grandma.

I don't know if it was the love of his mom that influenced his attitude towards me, and for that reason, everyone in my family detested and got jealous of me. Om can beat me up for no reason, taunt my life to hell, grab me siege in the pit of torment, ditching my pain just for the hate she got for my paternal grandma or something else.

Om can beat me up for no reason, taunt my life to hell, grab me siege in the pit of torment, ditching my pain just for the hate she got for my paternal grandma or something else. Om can beat me up for no reason, taunt my life to hell, grab me siege in the pit of torment, ditching my pain just for the hate she got for my paternal grandma or something else.

Yeah... I'm the most intelligent, the most beautiful... I have a height of 5.7 feet, I look light brown chocolate in complexion, and I have a good curved shape, but I'm only 16 years old, a teenage girl with a body type looking like an adult.

Everyone out there loves me, both family friends and other extended family members. And for these reasons as well their hearts blaze up with hateful flame.

I'm the ugly witch mom named me, the devilish child that torment her life, the hypocrite who hounds her life, the ugliest being. I look at her, the torment in her heart rating me from zero to nothing. The only person who makes her moments worse, the most disgusting being that she hates to see between her sight, the nightmare in her dreams and the beast that hounds her.

My siblings gauged their insecurity on me, they can not pretend. The feelings are anger in their chest, pain and anguish while I live in their nest. They wish to eliminate me but my fortune spirit has not given them that chance to est.

To make it worse for them, Dad took us out for shopping. He asked me to sit at the front with him, and Mom declined to go with us, "On your suit, baby." He jestly said and drove off.

We left without her and my siblings in the back, sitting profiling awkwardness, struggling with awful pain as Dad gist and cracked jokes with me while driving. I wore the smiling face and laughter in glee.

Despite everything, I found solace in the love and support of my father. His unwavering love and belief in me gave me the strength to endure the hardships I faced at home. I learned to navigate the treacherous waters of my family dynamics with wisdom and grace, holding onto the hope that things would eventually get better.

As I sat next to my father in the car, feeling the warmth of his presence and the genuine care in his eyes, I knew that I had a guardian angel in him. I felt a sense of peace and protection that I had never experienced before, and for the first time in a long while, I allowed myself to dream of a brighter future.

With my father by her side, I knew that I could weather any storm that came my way. I held onto the love and support that surrounded me, and as they drove off into the sunset, I knew that I was not alone in my struggles.

Though the road ahead was uncertain and filled with challenges, I faced it with courage and determination. I was ready to carve out my own path, to stand tall in the face of adversity, and to prove to myself and the world that I was worthy of love and respect.

And as I looked towards the horizon, with my father's hand on me and the wind in my hair, I knew that I was destined for greatness. The trials and tribulations of my past had only made me stronger, and I was ready to embrace the journey ahead with open arms and a heart full of hope.