The story of Ja’nia Capri

I was an infant when my mom left me. The sad thing about it all was she left me at the prostitution range. Her pimp took me to the orphanage in stead of raising me and make me live the life that women lived. I gues he pitied me but to be honest I don’t think of her as if she was my mom she was jus the person who gave birth to me nothing more and nothing less. That women don’t deserve the title mother. I lived in an orphanage my whole life. I was always picked on because of not having a mom. The only time I wasn’t picked on was when I was in the fifth grade. I finally found a family that loved me well part of the family. My step adopted mother didn’t like me cause my adopted dad payed more attention to me than to her. She would wait till my dad went to work and tell me to do the chores cook dinner and clean the entire yard. But as I gotten more attention from my dad she started to making the punishment more harder. I went from chores to getting abused by her. She would grab a bat and hit me with it while I would clean and hit my with a metal pole in my sleep and she would give my a little bit of food. When my bruises was to notice able she would say I would fight a lot with the kids in the neighborhood and because I was scared I agreed. So my dad thinks I’m a Juvenile delinquent. But when I was at new school where nobody knew me I felt safe a secured. At first I thought they was gonna pick on me about how I look but the kids didn’t mind. Some actually found it cool in a way. I was eating dinner by myself wondering what will happen when I get home. Two kids came up to me and said “hey! My name is Eh and her name is Nicole. Welcome to our school. You look so cool and healthy. Can I ask you something? ” I looked at her with a smile and said “Sure ask away.” She said “ when you eat do they go straight to your thighs because your belly is on flat.” I dropped my head to hide my tears “I think they go down to my thighs.” I couldn’t tell her I stopped eating because of the abuse that was inflicted upon me by my step mom. Nicole saw that I was in comfortable with the question and changed the subject. She grabbed me and said “Well what do you have planned for today after school Hope?” I looked at her and said “ I have to go home to my dad and my step mom they’re waiting for me there.” She sat down beside me and said “What a bummer. Well if you wanna go out one day here’s my number.” She grabbed my arm and wrote her number then she got up and left. After I was done eating I went to the classroom and went to sleep. When the bell rung and woke me up. I packed up my stuff and started to walk home. As I was about to walk into the house I noticed that there was security cameras put up. It was small but easily see able especially when you know the house from head to toe. My step mother hit me with a her hand soon as I came in the house and grabbed me by my neck. She grabbed me and dragged to the living room and screamed at me saying “YOU SLUT. YOU *****. YOUR JUST LIKE YOUR PROSITUTE OF A MOTHER. YOU TRYING TO STILL MY HUSBAND AWAY FROM ME. BITCH IMMA MAKE YOU FEEL MY PAIN” while cuting me with a knife and punching me in my face with her fist. She hit me in my face and I blacked out. When my hearing cut back on all I heard was sirens. My vision came back to me slowly and barely visible, but it was visible enough to see my adopted dad holding my hands crying and saying “Please don’t take her away from me. Please give her a chance to live. Please.” I tried to tell him that it’s going to be okay but I couldn’t talk. Instead of talking I went back unconscience. When I woke up I was in the hospital. I looked around at first than I said “ Pop pop where am I?” My dad was sleep so I pressed the button that said pressed when client woke up. I guess it notified the doctors because the nurse and the doctor rushed in. My dad immediately woke up. The next thing I saw was tears in my Dad’s eyes. The doctored was shocked. They said that I was suppose to be dead by tomorrow morning. I looked over to the doctor “how long was I in the hospital?” She said “two months.” I couldn’t show any facial expressions all I could do was stare off wondering how in the hell did I just lose two months of my life. The next thing I felt was tears. The tears was so warm falling down my face. It was like a waterfall full of hot water falling down my face. My dad came to hug me but all I could do is cry. The doctor walked out the room to give us a moment. When he put his hands around me it fault as warm as my tears. He kept repeating “I’m sorry. I am so so so sorry. I should’ve been a better father.” I tried to speak and tell him that it’s not his fault he didn’t do anything but I couldn’t open my mouth and find my voice. Even though I couldn’t find the strength to move my my arms and legs I still pressed my face against his shoulder showing him it’s going to be okay. But if I’m being completely honest part of me fault as if it didn’t. And little did I know I was right.

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