Bethroed To The One I Called My Brother

Chapter One

A nightmare.......

"Why didn't you tell me?" My dad yells at me angrily his stoic figure giving me the chills

"I thought that it would've been better if you didn't know dad"  I plea not meeting his gaze too afraid to look him in the eyes

"You what?" Aunt Clarissa asked slapping me across the face mercilessly

I hold my reddened cheek letting the tears stream down my face

"I'm sorry dad" I could feel him glaring at me but he didn't say anything

"Shut up" Clarissa says hitting my right cheek this time and I could've sworn she broke my neck.

I wasn't crying because she hit me I was crying because my dad hates me, all his love for me was gone.

"Clairssa I wasn't talking to you" I yelled angrily knowing the consequences of my actions

She slapped me across my right cheek once again sending me stumbling backwards until my legs gave in and I fell on my butt

She kicked me in the ribs and kept on kicking me until I could hardly breath but some how I am yelling at her to stop while my dad just stoop there and kouthed the word 'karma' I started screaming for help

"Kenecia" I hear a distant voice calling me and I screamed even more trying to let the person locate me "Kenecia Ken wake up

I open my eyes and they met with my mother's I could feel the sweat dripping off my face

'This cannot be happening, how stupid am u for letting she see me in this state, I must look so vulnerable right now'

"What ever happened to privacy?" I ask sarcastically putting up my facade

"Really Kenecia what is wrong with you after screaming like that in your sleep all you can talk about is privacy what did you expect? I thought someone was murdering you or something and you were screaming for help" She says her face laced with concern

"Well I wasn't it was just a normal dream" 'Yeah like having nightmares that your dead father hates you and you aunt abuses your is normal' A stupid little voice in my head retorts

"So screaming in your sleep and waking up like you just ran a marathon is a normal thing" She snaps

"For me it is you know what you don't get to talk about my personal life and get to play 'dear ol' mama'! because when I needed you most you weren't there! and that shows how much you care about me!and yes after waking up from a nightmare all I can talk about is privacy!" I grunted anger seeping itself into every word

"I am sorry that I wasn't there and that I wasn't a good mother ------"

"Still not a good mother, just leave "  I corrected

" I have been meaning to ask you this,who is the father for your child?" What the hell is she for real

"None of you freaking buisness" I snapped