Being an orphan had just started being an annoying incident like people feeling pity that I don’t have a mother that tucks me in at night or a father that calls me princess.

I thought the worst was yet to be over until he came running into my life. He brought nothing but luggage and his love affair with alcohol left me devastated.

I had already went on my periods for five years and sexual intercourse was still the topic adults told us babies come from airplanes. I didn’t know him and he seemed to know everything about me.

That year intelligent minds were caged , my thoughts looking for a way out of my small mind and to find comfort I read history books. My five roomed house had a feeling of pessimism surrounding it.

I was watching a movie on YouTube at eleven o’clock sitting next to the charger. He pressed his light complexion on top of this mysterious lady. Her moans were splashed all over his disgusting bedroom full of insects.

My innocent was thrown away but something more came. My heart got pumped with hatred and I couldn’t breathe out loud so I wouldn’t wake her up.

I could hear the screams of the mysterious lady demanding money for doing her job splashed all over his face. Her bra was wet from the salty sweats after her job. His mouth was singing disrespect from her expensive job across the entire room.

My bladder was pumped with pee coming from the fear painted all over my red face. My heart was aching from the silent cries in my parents room. My pandemic became the worst and that memory stayed untouched on my dry tongue.