The Incest

We spend our whole lives wanting to reach the next level, but we can't do it, because there's always that monster that we can't beat. And then one day when we thought we only had one life, just like that by chance, we find an extra life...

In my room, I was lying on my single bed. The daylight coming through the windows of the window was like an alarm bell. It had woken me up, but I was still wrapped up in my sheets.

I had no intention of leaving this damn room since I wasn't ready to leave it, but my mother being the leader couldn't let me.

I lived alone with my mother, my father wasn't there. He was languishing in a federal prison, he was the worst kind of scum, he was not a five-star father, in fact he did not even deserve one.

Throughout my childhood, he brutalized my mother, beating her up every time she made a small mistake, even a very small one.

I was terrified, I was afraid of him, he even locked me in a locked cabinet, so he could beat my mother. His body was covered in scars and mine too, we were both victims.

His incarceration was a great relief for my mother and me, he was involved in shady business such as drugs, arms trafficking and anything that could be illegal.

However, my mother was no longer legally married to him. She had found a very powerful man, I only remember his last name "Mr. OHOUNGBONON". This man was immensely rich.

The idea of ​​moving to join this family didn't appeal to me too much, since I would be leaving my boyfriend Dan and all my girlfriends. Just thinking about it made me crazy, very crazy.

__my mother: Hanna! Hurry up and put your things away. I don't want to repeat myself. "she said, her voice carrying throughout the house"

__me: Mom, I don't want to go, please. "I whispered in my room, still lying down. "

__her: You'd better get up quickly, I'm almost ready." She continued out loud. "

I took off my sheets one by one, slipping out of bed. Right next to them, on the right, was my wardrobe and my suitcases, so I took off all my dresses and shoes to fold them one by one into the suitcase.

I took my time. Then all my makeup tools were put in a handbag. I ran to the shower to take a bath, then I brushed my teeth.

I was ready, but not ready to leave my house where I had spent almost all my childhood until today. I was only 17 years old.

As I left the room, I saw a picture of my father and me hanging on the wall. I wanted to remove it but I hesitated for a second before putting it in my suitcase.

It was almost the only souvenir I had of him, on top of that he had left me a scar on my lower abdomen, this scar was one of the blows he gave me when I was little.

I looked around my room once before slamming the door behind me. I was going to miss her. I joined my mother who was waiting for me at her car, she opened the trunk and I slipped my things in.

I was sitting in the front and my mother was next to me driving the car. We had driven for hours and hours to my future father-in-law's house. With my mother I was withdrawn, the idea of ​​going to live elsewhere with her new husband did not please me at all.

I do not pretend to be happy when she was single, but I would have preferred that she find a man who lived in the same city as us.