Chapter Eight

JAMEELA 

Cucuruku, cucuruku 

Damn that alarm, is it already 5am, urgh. 

Today is Saturday so that means mega work for me and yes, I wake up everyday by 5am, step-mom is such a darling, hear the sarcasm. 

I got up and went downstairs to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for my step mother and sister, made their breakfast and put it in coolers and set on the dinning table so that the food would still be warm when they are finally ready to eat. I did my chores; sweeping the parlor, cleaning the chairs, cleaning Maria's and Jacinta's trophy's and awards from modeling and fashion designing, cleaning the kitchen, taking out the trash, moping the entire house and cleaning all the rooms and bathroom's in the house, wash and dry clothes. It was around past nine when I completed my chores, well the first set. 

'Where is that stupid girl', I heard Maria saying and my heart literally sank, oh no. 

'Ela, Ela', she bellowed. She didn't call me Ela as an endearment but because she felt Jameela was to pretty a name to be given to someone as ugly as I was. I believed her. The only reason I hadn't shortened my name was my mother, Dad said she insisted that I be called that before she died, so I kept the name, I miss her, sigh. 

'Ma', I answered running towards the dining table where she was. 

'So you didn't hear me since bahhh abi ya deaf ehhh'she accused. 

'No ma, I'm sorry ma', I apologized hoping I could leave soon. 

'Ya sorry, see your ugly face', she said laughing and mocking at me. 

I said nothing just blanked out my face and lowered my head. I heard Jacie giggle, I didn't even know she was here sef but I just kept my head down. 

'Why is this egg sauce salty', she asked her voice filling with venom by the second. 

'I'm sorry ma it won't happen again', I apologized quickly in a bid to appease her and avoid her wrath but today just happened to not be my lucky day. She gave the first slap and I stumbled but kept my head down with my blank face on. It seemed like she was in a bad mood and needed to give her anger an outlet because she just pounced on me and gave me a very thorough beating. I was literally bleeding through my nose by the time she was done. 

I limped towards the stairs my blood dripping on the floor, half way up I heard my sister's voice and I almost stumbled because of her words, I don't why I still expect her to care about me, sigh. 

I ran as much as my injuries could allow and ran into my room. Shutting the door I headed towards my bathroom. 

I stared at the image in front of me, a girl with a forming black eye, bloodied nose, scratches and those hideous freckles. Why did I have to have them, I didn't ask for them. 

'I didn't ask for them',  I said my voice barely a whisper 

I looked back in the mirror and wished my freckles came out sparingly like my sister's so I could at least look pretty. Turning myself around, I stared at my arms, they were so huge, it was embarrassing, I was so huge, I was embarrassing, sigh. 'Maybe that's why no one likes you, maybe you could work out', my head voice said.  

'Doesn't change the fact that you are ugly', my other head voice that I hated said. 

'I'm not ugly', the good head voice said arguing with her. 

'Yh right, then why does everyone detest you', she argued right back. 

'Their opinion doesn't matter'

'Really, then why do you care so much'

'I don't'

'Do'

'Don't'

'Do'

'Don't'

'Do'

'Stop it', I screamed holding my head to stop the splitting headache that had already started. 'Stop it', I croaked, choking on my own tears. I felt myself fall right there on the bathroom floor rocked myself back and forth reasting my head on my knees and saying my mantra 'Christ isn't ugly or fat or shapeless so I'm not'. I said this over and over while crying to control my breathing and stop the panic attack racking my body. After a while when I had calmed down suffiently, I got up and washed my face and did first aid on the areas that needed it. My stomach was pretty bruised like I had broken a rib or something, so I wrapped it up with a bandage so it wouldn't hurt so much, hopefully this heals before school on Monday. 

Remembering my sister's words, 'Fat bitch make sure you clean up your blood, I'm going out today and I don't need my new shoes getting stained from something that came out of a hideous thing like you', sigh. I went downstairs to clean up and sure enough my blood was still on the floor and their plates from this morning, sigh. I set to work to clean the place up then started with their lunch and tried to be more careful so could avoid anymore beatings, I don't think my body can handle another one today. 

I ate sparingly and quickly so I could take some drugs to relieve the pains I was feeling. After setting their food, I grabbed an ice pack and went back to my room, shutting the door behind me so I could properly tend my wounds, my left was almost completely shut at this point and so when I placed the ice pack on it, it hurt alot and so did my swollen cheeks. I took the drugs, one of them must have been a sedative cause I ended up falling asleep. 

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