1 Young And Wild

It was a bright cold day in April and the clocks were striking thirteen, locked in the basement, the sound of the clock was the only thing that kept her hope alive.

She could not tell why she was locked up in the basement by the only man, she adored. All she knew was, the other children were loved.

Deep in thought, but at such a young age, she could not figure out why there was always violence between her mum and dad. Thinking to herself again but everything was normal until On one Thursday evening, her dad came back from work looking furious, he was extremely angry and as young and wild as she was, she runs from the staircase to hug him but she was harshly pushed on the ground, she was really astonished by the sudden attack, it took her by surprise, She did not realise that She have been injured on her left arm, till she felt another sharp pain from her leg than it registered to her that she has been injured by the man she called father, from that day on was her life was a living hell. Reminiscing about all this brought great pain to her, she was very young when it happened, at the age of five, but she can still vividly recall what occurred even though she is now eight years old and still experiencing the same torture, she can't tell where she went wrong because of the sudden treatment from her dad was a sight to be seen. The ill-treatment from her dad was deeply imprinted in her heart. Well at some point she could not help but blame herself for it because she was the sort of girl who was wild and likes to have fun with him but everything took a new turn, at some point, she knew she should not have push her luck, doing so only irritated him more and she could not tell when enough was enough. But at this point; she knew better. Alone by herself in the basement she misses her mum thinking when she will be back from her shop to rescue her from this dark place, for the past three years that have been the norm and every time her mum questions her dad about how he was treating her another volcano erupts. Listening to the sound of the clock and tears falling on her cheeks, she picks up her torn dress to wipe her tears, she said to herself, tough girl whose soul aches, even if she was young she have learned to be one tough girl but big girls cry when their hearts is breaking. She looked at the clock and it was striking thirteen obviously there's no such thing as striking thirteen. Through the pain she laughed hysterically for no particular reason. She heard footsteps outside the basement and she knew her mum was back.

The misunderstanding between her mum and dad continue to grow strong which lead to the separation of her parents. She could not help but blame herself for this.

It been high time since her parents disolute their marriage. Now she leaves with her mum and two siblings, Mark, the eldest son of her parents, he stood at a whopping height of 6 feet 4 inches tall, he has a beautiful face, well defined, with a sharp jaw and an angular cheekbones. The complexion of his skin going well with his brown-like eyes. He was near perfection. Ivy, her younger sister was a real beauty. Ivy had a bubbly outlook. Her hair was kohl-black and it plunged over her shoulders.She had a sculpted figure which was twine-thin. Her waist was tapered and she had a burnished complexion. Her delicate ears framed a button nose. A set of dazzling, angel-white teeth, She stood 5 feet 4 inches tall. Mark and Ivy, got alone pretty well. Since the separation of her parents, life was a lot more easier than before.

Now Twenties three years of age, she drop out of college because of the hardship she faced with her mom and siblings, she was the type of girl who liked to move out of her comfort zone, She always wanted to live home and go out for adventures. Her beauty was beyond imagination, her dipoles gave out much of her beauty each time her elegant smile splashes on her face.Her dark skin smoothly polished with all the ointments of the earth brighten like the morning sun. She has a small round nose fitted in between her tiny pair of eyes. as her beauty was beyond measure. Not to talk about her beauty only. she was hardworking and determined. Never loosing hope, she kept trying.