Amaya Lydia Jenkins is a young teenager that faces difficulties with mental health,due to childhood trauma.Exacerabated by the death of her mother caused by her father,Cole Bardot.Amaya is a teenager that lives in a blank world .
Her life is a mara...
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It's been three weeks now,since Carole and Cole have been arrested.I am slowly healing and I mean it,when I say slowly.
The only thing that's allowing to me heal is because my family is getting along and I love it.
It really distracts me,but in a good way.We are startling to get to know each other.Raven and Charnelle live with us now.
I'm sure none of them would've wanted to go back to that horrible place we used to call a home.
We are still waiting for the trials to take place so that Carole and Cole can serve their sentence.
Deep down in my heart,I feel like them being in jail is not enough,well besides Carole of course.
Don't get me wrong,but I feel like she was just bitter and was abused by Cole as well and had no choice but to live up to it.
But the jail cells do need her though.I went through a lot with that woman.
But Cole on the other hand.I wish him dead,but I can't do anything about it.I hope he dies in a jail cell or something.Just something to get out of this world.He deserves.
Amihan and I is motherless because of him.Aunt Katy no longer has a sister.He has raped woman,and used to sell drugs to kids.
He even made Aunt Katy mourn for Charnelle for fourteen years, thinking her baby was dead.
It's the fact he even had the guts to kidnap Charnelle.
Fuck him.He doesn't deserve any mercy.
He has no mercy,so why should anyone show mercy upon him. I don't even know where he buried my mother.
That's one of the reasons as well,but the motherfucker won't confess.
"Amaya."I hum in response when Aunt Katy snaps me from my thoughts.
"Come here baby,I need to talk to you."I stand up and follow her to her room to find Charnelle already sitting on the bed.
"What is this meeting?"I ask confusion.
"It's not really a meeting but you can call it one if you would like to...come sit here."she says motiong for me to sit on the bed next to Charnelle and I do so just as told.
"Is it only the two of us?"Charnelle asks kicking her feet.
"Yah..and that's because it only includes you two."
"Us two?"we both asked in unison.
"Yes..I've been thinking a lot lately and I thought of taking you guys to therapy."she stated pouring herself a glass of water.
"Therapy..no offense Amaya.But why do I need therapy?"
"You witnessed a lot which is not right for your mental health.I know you might not want to open up to any of us.But I know professional might help you."Aunt Katy explained and she pouted.
