Chapter 1 I hate Monday

"Wake up you lazy brat, how long will you sleep for?", My stepfather yelled as he poured water on my sleeping form, I jolted up from the bed drenched "I should have poured hot water on you instead of cold water, you disgusting thing Come here!" He dragged me from the bed with a loud thud I landed hard on the floor, and he threw a bucket at me."You fool I told you to wake up as early as 4:00 am look at the time, I even woke up before you," he gave me another slap followed by a punch and that's how he continued beating me till he was satisfied "you want to skip school right? I will make sure you go to school get up, clean the house and make me my breakfast, then go to school bitch!!"You must be wondering what is going on? This is what my stepfather does to me every damn time he usually abuses me, like that is not enough he forces himself on me. His name is Hassan Dario.I did not take his last name because the man is not my actual stepfather, he and my mom never got married, he is tall with light skin and stubble on his face, he does not bother to shave sometimes, he has brown eyes with long hair, and full lips some girls would find him attractive but not me because I know the kind of monster he is. I hate Mondays, it is my first day of school after moving from Lagos to Abuja, and look at what he is doing to me when will all this stop? I'm tired of this life I do not want to go to school but he is forcing me so that our neighbors will not raise questions about it. I should be happy about going to school because I will have hours of freedom, there is no way he can come to school to beat me but both school and home are not much different and I'm a new student I will get bullied and beaten over and over again in school like the beatings I get at home is not enough. My name is Axymah Seizer Adam, I am sixteen years old, I was born in Abeokuta Nigeria I am tall and chocolate in complex,xion and I was blessed with short black hair and glossy black eyes with thin lips and a full-body, I look a lot older than my age.Both my mom and I moved to Lagos to live with him a couple of months after my dad passed away which very much annoyed me as my dad has barely left this world and she was already jumping on another man but I knew not to be selfish we needed to move on and this was the only way mom could think of moving on it saddened me but I knew it was for the best, I was only nine years old when my mom died three years after finding out that I did not lie to her about her boyfriend, I was turning thirteen then it broke my heart that she was not present for my birthday it was a shitty one anyway thanks to her boyfriend.I told her that he hurts me whenever she goes out to work now I wish I never told her.I wish I never made that call then maybe she would not have broken all speed limits to try to reach home quickly to get to the root of the matter maybe she would have been alive.She died a very tragic and devastating death, a car crash which after I called her and told her what he did to me she was rushing back home from work and she was involved in a car crash it was raining and she was over speeding. If I had not called her she would not be dead she would have been here with me her body was torn we buried only parts of her we could find images of that day that still haunts me at night.I don't have any interest in calling him my stepdad but I know the consequences of not addressing him by that title, he made sure that I felt the guilt of her death and it's always hanging over my shoulder he's always telling me in detail what caused her death.He never allowed me to forget the reason why she died, 'Me' What hurts me most was that he did not even mourn her death.My mom was a very beautiful, hard-working, caring, and loving woman, she had a plump stature was chocolate in complexion, and also had black glossy eyes and short black hair with full lips I got everything from her except my height which I got from my dad.My mom was born in Benin city but she moved to Abeokuta to live with my dad because he hailed from there I hate my life so much more than one could imagine, it would have been better if I was never brought into this world."Will you get up from that floor or do you want me to drag you to school by your hair? You know I can do that without batting an eyelash." After hearing that I quickly shot up from the floor and jumped into the shower to take my bath I also did my business and came out I barely have any clothing so I don't have to waste time deciding which outfit I should wear.Whenever I moved any part of my body a bolt of pain shoots through me I carefully wore baggy jeans trousers and an oversized sweater on my worn-out canvas.I had to put on some make-up to hide all the disgusting bruises my stepfather caused me, making sure I moved slowly and gently he did not want what happened in my old school to happen again and it's the cause that he had us move here.Flashback****Two weeks agoIt was on a Monday morning like this I went to make breakfast for him because he loved to have his four slices of bread, a cup of warm Lipton tea, and two omelets waiting for him on the coffee table every morning but I stupidly put five slices of bread instead of four. I was running late that was why I made that stupid mistake he came down as soon as I finished setting his breakfast and saw the five slices of bread on the table. He gave me a dirty slap straight to my cheek that had me turning and seeing stars."Why did you put five slices instead of four?" He asked angrily right before giving me a slap that completely reset my brain followed by a punch straight to my gut that's how he continued beating me till I was bruised all over, my face was all kinds of colors, blue, purple, even pink I was so scared and hurt out of my mind.When he was done beating me to a pulp I picked up my backpack and wobbled straight for the front door not before receiving words of curses and insults from him everyone around looked at me weirdly because of the way I was limping around but that was the least of my concerns every part of my body ached and I was running late for school.I tried to make it in time but as always destiny was against me, my class teacher Mr. Godson asked why I was late but as soon as he saw my face and condition he quickly asked me to go to the principal's office.There they both asked me what happened and I lied of course but they did not buy it. They said they will call my stepdad and I begged them not to but they didn't heed my plea, he came and spoke to them in the principal's office while I stood behind the office door waiting impatiently, my body turning ice cold due to fear of what he would do to me.I don't know what he told them but one thing is for sure he did not tell them what happened, he took me back home where he beat me up badly and said I'm never leaving the house again and I pleaded to him to let me go to school and told him I can hide my bruises with makeup then he got me an eyeliner, mascara, and a concealer, he didn't want my class teacher or my school principal to raise any questions so we changed state.School is very important as education is key, I am barely living that's the least he could do, send me to school so one day I'll become someone and will flaunt it in his face when I visit him in jail someday.*end of flashback*I wore my makeup and carried my backpack then headed downstairs to make breakfast and made sure everything was just the way he liked it.I shot out through the front door as soon as I heard footsteps I do not want him to beat me again, I'm hurting all over already I know I might not have anything to eat today.All of the time I only eat the scraps left by my stepfather some other days my stepfather will not even leave any scraps for me to eat just to punish me I just hope that stops soon, I guess I will just go hungry today like every other day I moved too quickly and I started coughing out blood.I just wished he would kill me and put me out of my misery instead of beating me like this at least today he went easy on me, sometimes he would force himself on me and beat me black and blue, I shivered at that thought school is the last thing on my mind right now I tried to walk slowly so I will not hurt myself further.I was following the signboards and asking around for Metro puritan high school.I walked for about twenty minutes before I finally arrived at my new school I can not wait for the day to be over because as a new student I will be bullied and I cannot have that, I'm already getting enough even more than enough torture and torment from him.