Chapter 1

My name was chosen by my mother. From what I know, my mother attended him when she was in high school, and when I was told I was coming, he allegedly denied being my father, and she had to fend for herself to take care of me.

For a long time, I was bounced from one house to another, each time in very different environments.

I was alone most of the time, and when I finally got around to being with children my own age, I didn't understand most of their behavior. My cousins pushed me toward boys, and how stupid they can be when that's all they can think about.

My mother, seeing my body change during my adolescence, started calling me names, complaining about how much of a burden I was to her, and that I should be bringing her money instead of spending my time staying home, even though I spent all my time doing everything around the house to help her.

One day, my anger was so great that I finally answered her, telling her that if I knew who my father was, I would go live with her.

That day, I received a slap. It didn't matter. It didn't change the beatings she constantly gave me to get over her anger.

From that day on, I paid less attention to what was happening at home and focused on finding a way to get out of there.

One afternoon when I came home, I saw a lot of people at home who were introduced to me as family. After greeting them, I went into my room, and when my mother left the house, they burst into my room and took turns raping me.

When my mother returned, I told her about the situation, but she called me a prostitute and blamed me. According to her, I was a liar and wanted to ruin her relationships in "her family."

"Relationships" were more likely because he occasionally handed her a bill.

Seeing that they were going unpunished, they started again. Each time giving my mother more money.

When I was pregnant, I blamed my pregnancy on a guy I dated in high school, who broke up with me and gave me the money to get rid of the child. Which I did.

I then used my charms and bewitched a man who took me into his home, allowing me to escape the torture I was enduring at my mother's house.

Their sex toy having disappeared, my mother received less and less money, then nothing. And guess what? She came to see me one day to come home, saying everyone missed me and that my torturers wanted to give me money to help me.

....'' Money "

I lied to him openly, telling him I would come. I then stole everything I could and moved into a rented room where I started trading.

It was while selling my products that I met him. After so many years, he was in front of me, buying more than necessary just to help me get by. It was only long afterward that I learned.

'' My Father ''

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