Herah soon gave birth to her first child, a baby girl she named Nikita. For the time being Raphael was too busy to be concerned about Chandani or his son for weeks at a time but, like a bad sickness, he was always there when she least expected it. He had made his presence know on numerous occasions at her job where he embarrassed her and also threatened her in front of her boss and co-workers who tried to take a stand for her but were also taken advantage of as Raphael was the law and could use his power however he so pleased. He made threats to have them all thrown into a jail cell as he would usually do to ascertain his authority and power over those who couldn't stand up to him.
One more year passed and Chandani grew to accept Raphael's torture to the point where it became ritual. He had developed a habit of either threatening to take me away, put her behind bars or in rare instances he actually did take me away to get back at her when she refused to give into him but I always seemed to end up back in her loving arms.
I would soon celebrate my second birthday and I got a small party thanks to my Uncle Barry who had planed the entire thing on his own and he even invited some kids so it would seem like a real party that any toddler would go crazy for. Once again, I got nothing from my father. No card, no "Happy Birthday". Just nothing. It never bothered me. I was a child and could care less for the material things that life had to offer.
Chandani soon lost her job as the store owner could no longer take Raphael's presence which seemed to scare everyone, including the customers. Guess Raphaelgot his wish. It seemd like it was his life's mission to make Chandani miserable and destroy what little she had of her life left. With a stroke of luck, she wasn't down for long. She soon got another job as a receptionist at a doctor's office. Everyone she met seemed to take a liking to her. She was a beautiful woman who got along perfectly with everyone she met so no one could really blame her for her natural charm.
My third birthday soon approached and this time I got a few gifts from my father who tried to be a part of my life at this point. They were very expensive toys but still could not make up for the past three years my mother went without any support for pampers, milk, food, clothes and all the other things, especially love and support, that growing babies need.
I had recently started kindergarten school and my teacher immediately took a liking to me. She had said I was the most adorable child she'd come across. I remembered seeing my parents together a lot at this point which was never strange to me as I had no idea of what was really taking place these past three years. In my mind everything was ok. I had never met the dreaded Herah or her new born.
I continued school as normal and the last day I remember going seemed to register in my mind like it was only yesterday. The morning I remember my mother made breakfast for my brother Avidesh and I and she stopped at a nearby parlor and got us some juices and snacks before taking a taxi to drop my brother and myself. He was in primary school which is the "big kids" school. Or at least that's how I saw it. She let him out at his school and watched him enter the gates before she let the taxi continue and then she took me to my school and after, made her way to her work.
That evening I remember seeing my father at my school. He told the teacher he was taking me early and she let him. He was after all my father. He took me to his home town which was in another city. He got me some new clothes and took me to his home. I remember reaching there after sunset. I assumed his house had no electricity at the time because it was pitch black and there were candles in the room. I sat at the foot of his bed and I was introduced to Herah for the first time. She looked very young and had a protruding belly. She was now pregnant with her second child. I don't think she liked the idea of my father having me there because I was shuffled off to my sister, Nicolette's room, where she slept with her husband and her new born son Ayden. I heard the arguments that ensued after I entered my sister's room but she told me to try and get some sleep and to ignore what I heard. It was a long night. Cursing and shuffling. Glass breaking. I didn't feel the least bit safe. I must've eventually dosed off because the next day I was awakened by my sister who took me shopping for some clothes.
My mother had decided to get full custody of me by taking my father to court, as she was advised to do so after this incident. I really don't remember this much but I remember when my father had taken me without my mother's consent and had told me what to say in the courtroom for the days laeding up to the hearing and I did like any other child would. i did as I was told. I loved my father no matter how horrible he seems to be in this story. What child doesn't love their mother and father at this tender age? I didn't care or notice the things he did or never did for me. I was just happy when he and my mother were together or even when he was with me as he was usually absent in my life.
That day at court I told the magistrate what my father had told me to say. He asked if my mother used to beat me and I said yes. I didn't know the consequences of those lies at the time. I remember after the court hearing running towards my mother and my father stopping me and picking me up. I guess he didn't keep me long because I was once again with my mother. Being back and fort seemed like an ongoing process but I really didn't know what to do except agree. This tug of war between my mother who desperately wanted her son and my father who seemed to always have the upper hand but never truly wanyted me.
I was once again with my father.
My second encounter with Herah seemed much nicer as she was very pleasant this time. She was in her home village at her mother's house in Brasso. I met a little girl, Nikita, who seemed to be a year and a few months younger than I was. I had no idea that she was my sister though. We got along well and played in the huge yard her Grandmother had. It was filled with lots of ducks and chikens as she often sold poultry as well.
I had now started staying with my father and I rarely saw my mother. I missed her a lot and I remember crying for her but my father was very gentle and always got me to stop crying. He seemed like a very loving man and he was. Herah had soon given birth to a second daughter she named Renata and eventually they moved in with my father. I don't think Nicolette and Herah agreed too often because I could see personally that my sister never liked or got along with her. They were always at each other's throats. I would soon find out why ...
Monday, 9 September 2013
Chapter 2 - The Escape
It was a joyous occasion as Diana had accepted a marriage proposal from her at the time boyfriend Rahil. The grand wedding took place without a hitch and went greater than expected as it was thought that Diana was never one to "settle down". Maybe she accepted because Rahil and his family came from money.
After a few short months Chandani decided that enough was enough and sought refuge at her sister, Mintra's home. Mintra was a married woman who lived a successful life with her husband Barry and her at the time eleven year old daughter Ameeka. No relationship is perfect however because it was rumored that she frequently cheated on her husband and had two abortions for the men she secretly saw. Chandani never got along perfectly with this particular sister but it was her only option being caught between a rock and a hard place. She spoke to Barry who willing tried to help her get away from her torture as he always had soft spot for her but Chandani never had a chance to speak to her sister as Mintra whom, at the time, was away on vacation visiting family abroad with her daughter. Barry lived a bachelor life even though he was married to Mintra. She never made time for him or even acted as his wife as she was always too busy with her fast lane life to ever include him. He frequently made advances to Chandani when they were alone but she was not determined to break up a marriage. Especially her sister's marriage. So she refused all his gifts. Even a proposal of a new home which would have been all that she needed to recover.
Mintra returned and discovered her sister Chandani at her home which immediately enraged her. The thought of her husband making decisions as hasty as this earned him a punch to his face but she eventually accepted and offered a helping hand while watching Barry nurse his bloodied nose. After all family is family. There was no difference at this residence as Chandani would soon learn to realise. She was nothing more than a maid as opposed to being a guest. She did the laundry, the cooking and the cleaning for everyone at the house and still tried her best to take care her of her two sons and maintain her new 9 to 5 job as a sales girl in a trendy clothing store. She was after-all grateful for whatever little help she had. No matter how bad the situation was. She kept telling herself, "things coould be worse" and indeed things could be worse as we will come to find ...
Raphael couldn't bare to lose her and loved the idea of stringing her along like a puppet along with his new prize Herah. He frequented Mintra's house and abused his power as an officer of the law and every time Chandani refused his advances he would threaten to have her thrown in jail and take the one thing that mattered to her the most, Me.
The time came when he no longer got through to her with his threats. This was when he became most enraged and resorted to kidnapping me from my mother. It was only two weeks before my first birthday. Chandani had no idea what to do. She was used to the abuse by now but never had she faced these problems. Especially battling to keep her child. She visited the police station where they advised her to make a report and immediately the officers responded and a warrant for Raphael's arrest was issued.
The day before my big day I was reunited with my mother and Raphael once again had bent the law to suit him so he was let off with nothing more than a mere pat on the back. Chandani could care less. She was happy to be reunited with her son and upon closer inspection of him saw what looked like a cigarette burn on his leg.
The following day I celebrated my first birthday. No cake. No ice cream. Just an ordinary day. Raphael returned to taunt my mother but this time he had something he was brandishing for me. A ripe Julie mango. It wasn't much. He probably didn't even buy it. Just plucked it off someone's tree and expected everything to be ok.
I really can't remember much from here. Maybe there wasn't much to remember except how Raphael tried to string Herah on one hand and my mother on the other. There is one important fact I should mention however. The fact that Herah was now a few months along and expecting her first child with Raphael. I would soon have one more brother or sister to add to the bunch of kids my father already had.
After a few short months Chandani decided that enough was enough and sought refuge at her sister, Mintra's home. Mintra was a married woman who lived a successful life with her husband Barry and her at the time eleven year old daughter Ameeka. No relationship is perfect however because it was rumored that she frequently cheated on her husband and had two abortions for the men she secretly saw. Chandani never got along perfectly with this particular sister but it was her only option being caught between a rock and a hard place. She spoke to Barry who willing tried to help her get away from her torture as he always had soft spot for her but Chandani never had a chance to speak to her sister as Mintra whom, at the time, was away on vacation visiting family abroad with her daughter. Barry lived a bachelor life even though he was married to Mintra. She never made time for him or even acted as his wife as she was always too busy with her fast lane life to ever include him. He frequently made advances to Chandani when they were alone but she was not determined to break up a marriage. Especially her sister's marriage. So she refused all his gifts. Even a proposal of a new home which would have been all that she needed to recover.
Mintra returned and discovered her sister Chandani at her home which immediately enraged her. The thought of her husband making decisions as hasty as this earned him a punch to his face but she eventually accepted and offered a helping hand while watching Barry nurse his bloodied nose. After all family is family. There was no difference at this residence as Chandani would soon learn to realise. She was nothing more than a maid as opposed to being a guest. She did the laundry, the cooking and the cleaning for everyone at the house and still tried her best to take care her of her two sons and maintain her new 9 to 5 job as a sales girl in a trendy clothing store. She was after-all grateful for whatever little help she had. No matter how bad the situation was. She kept telling herself, "things coould be worse" and indeed things could be worse as we will come to find ...
Raphael couldn't bare to lose her and loved the idea of stringing her along like a puppet along with his new prize Herah. He frequented Mintra's house and abused his power as an officer of the law and every time Chandani refused his advances he would threaten to have her thrown in jail and take the one thing that mattered to her the most, Me.
The time came when he no longer got through to her with his threats. This was when he became most enraged and resorted to kidnapping me from my mother. It was only two weeks before my first birthday. Chandani had no idea what to do. She was used to the abuse by now but never had she faced these problems. Especially battling to keep her child. She visited the police station where they advised her to make a report and immediately the officers responded and a warrant for Raphael's arrest was issued.
The day before my big day I was reunited with my mother and Raphael once again had bent the law to suit him so he was let off with nothing more than a mere pat on the back. Chandani could care less. She was happy to be reunited with her son and upon closer inspection of him saw what looked like a cigarette burn on his leg.
The following day I celebrated my first birthday. No cake. No ice cream. Just an ordinary day. Raphael returned to taunt my mother but this time he had something he was brandishing for me. A ripe Julie mango. It wasn't much. He probably didn't even buy it. Just plucked it off someone's tree and expected everything to be ok.
I really can't remember much from here. Maybe there wasn't much to remember except how Raphael tried to string Herah on one hand and my mother on the other. There is one important fact I should mention however. The fact that Herah was now a few months along and expecting her first child with Raphael. I would soon have one more brother or sister to add to the bunch of kids my father already had.
Wednesday, 19 June 2013
Chapter 1 - The Romance
He was almost twice her age. She was twenty-five and he was forty-five. He already had seven kids everyone had known about. His first "wife", whom he never legally married, gave him his first set of children, Daphne, Daisy, Diana and Nicolette who came after his second and legally married wife's first child. She grew tired of his "womanising" ways and his abusive behaviour and left him for a chance at a better life in a foreign country after she learned of the "outside" child. Apart from leaving this old life behind, she also left her four daughters with their father. His second wife, the one he legally married and never divorced, gave him two children, Whitney and Anderson. Whitney stayed with him occasionally while Anderson never really saw his father. There are some questions about his paternity. He had Raphael's name on his birth certificate but looked a lot like the man his mother had ended up with when she had decided to leave. His third wife gave him one son named Jasen. She decided to leave just before Chandani was in the picture. Apparently there was a rumor that Raphael had gotten a married woman pregnant and they had a fight, after which she had lost the child, leaving him to be blamed as the reason. All charges were dropped however and she has since patched things up with her husband. Raphael's oldest daughter, Daphne, was one year younger than his newfound flame. Her husband, Bryden, and her had a baby named Christopher and were doing pretty well on their own since their courtship started when Daphne was a mere fourteen years old. Raphael's second daughter was also married to a man named Kai and they had Raphael's first grandchild whom they named Sarah.
Raphael and Chandani's relationship bloomed very quickly and before long she grasped the opportunity to move to the city into his home with three of his five daughters and one of his two sons, leaving behind her failed marriage and her first son who by now, was no longer an infant and was very much capable of taking care of himself as he was about to start high school.
They had grown accustomed to seeing strange new women ever so often from their father, most of whom were just as in the fairy tales, wicked old hags, who showed them no love and desperately wished they hadn't existed. Chandani was his fourth and was a different woman. She was more of a friend than a "stepmother" to the children. They grew to accept her and loved having her around for she seemed better than the rest but never worthy enough to replace their mothers, which was completely justifiable. Her son Avidesh was considered a "black sheep" though, as he was dark in complexion and seemed a little bit slow so he was never really welcomed into the new family.
Before long Raphael and Chandani were expecting their first child together. Me. Raphael was still stationed at the Brasso police station and he met Molly. A mother of five who had owned the only shop in the area for miles. Her husband had taken ill and would soon pass on from this world. On his many visits to the shop he would come into contact with Molly's youngest child. A fifteen year old girl named Herah. They would exchange conversation at times but she wasn't as sweet as most teens her age for she was a troubled child. There were stories about her father taking advantage of her innocence. She had been expelled from school after being caught having sex in a washroom cubicle with another pupil. I would assume her encounters with her father had a negative effect on her as with any other child in that situation for she had taken a liking to another father figure, Raphael.
She started to call Raphael on the phone at the police station for they had now become "friends". They started going out for drives and having conversations about what troubled their minds. Herah started to grow obsessed with the idea of having Raphael as her own. She made advances to him on one of their drives and this was the start of Raphael's troubles. Chandani had noticed a change in Raphael. He no longer wanted to be at home. He often returned from work with "love bites" about his neck and tried to almost never be present. He didn't feel the same towards her or her unborn child for there was a new younger woman in the picture.
The time came for Chandani to have her baby. By now she was aware of the other "woman" because she would receive frequent phone calls of abuse by this troubled teen. Raphael still tried to keep his alternate life a secret but Whitney and Nicolette were aware of his every move as he never hid anything from his children. Raphael left work and came to her aid but didn't prove to be as comforting as any expecting father. He yelled, "shut d fuck up na. Ah tryin tuh drive." with much shock to Chandani. Nicolette who came along for support with Chandani looked on in awe. He had left them there at the hospital and didn't return until she was discharged. It seemed he had no love for his new son. As Chandani came home she placed her newborn on the bed and went to the standpipe at the road to full a few buckets of water. She had returned to an empty house as everyone was out partying. In agonising pain she lifted each bucket up what seemed to be miles of stairs and began washing not just her clothes but Raphael's children clothes as well. They had grown too accustomed to Chandani and now treated her as more of a slave than a friend. She then cut some white sheets to make diapers for her new son as Raphael didn't leave any money or food for her. He was too busy "wining and dining" his young girlfriend. Daphne and Daisy had some marital problems and decided to return home to Daddy's house. Daphne, Whitney and Nicolette had taken Chandani to a shop which was only a few houses away. They would get food stock from here on credit and their father would always pay the bill when they returned. They assisted Chandani in anyway they could and she later grew a close bond to Whitney and Nicolette.
Two weeks later it was time to register the new baby and apply for the birth certificate. Whitney had liked a boy named "Ricardo" and Diana had liked a boy named "Enrique" and this would become my first and middle name. Raphael was now very busy with his job as the country's government had been overthrown and there was now a coup taking place. Diana and Whitney being teens decided to throw a party that would later become out of hand. Diana and Whitney had smoked so much weed that they were now atop a friend's car by the road with nothing on but their birthday suits. On hearing a threat from the neighbor to call their father they ran under the house to a man made pond their father had made to occupy his time, which really didn't do well at occupying his time, and dove in. Giggles from everyone who was there (mostly teenage men) accompanied this act. Chandani stayed in her room with Ricardo. Later that night Raphael returned after hearing what his daughters had done and he bagged all their belongings as he said, "Alyuh is fuckin slut. Yuh wa take man in my house? Not in meh mother cunt house! I eh want allyuh back here! Leave. LEAVE!" They left and waited downstairs, hiding until he left. Chandani felt sorry for them and welcome them back in when it was safe.
The very next day Nicolette had returned from a sleep over at her best friend's house and gave Chandani a letter. It was a letter from the underaged tramp addressed to Raphael. It read,-
"To my dearest Raphael,
I know people say I'm a child and I'm not right for you but soon I will be sixteen and no one can stop us from being together. I won't be a child forever. I love you and soon we will have a life together. Don't worry about what my sister Sita says. She's a fool and I wish I could just kill her and never have to deal with her again. My mother and her don't know what they are talking about. I will kill myself if I can't have you and they know I mean it because I have tried it before! Soon we will have it all my love.
With Love Always
Herah"
Even though this hurt Chandani with every word she read, she had Nicolette and Whitney there for support and they decided to make a bonfire with all the stuffed animals that they were hiding for their father. All gifts from the underaged home wrecking whore.They had called her and played a song that was popular at the time and seemed to fit into this scenario perfectly, "she's just sixteen years old, leave her alone they say." They all had a laugh and enjoyed the few minutes that the fire had lasted but after joy always comes sorrow ...
Raphael and Chandani's relationship bloomed very quickly and before long she grasped the opportunity to move to the city into his home with three of his five daughters and one of his two sons, leaving behind her failed marriage and her first son who by now, was no longer an infant and was very much capable of taking care of himself as he was about to start high school.
They had grown accustomed to seeing strange new women ever so often from their father, most of whom were just as in the fairy tales, wicked old hags, who showed them no love and desperately wished they hadn't existed. Chandani was his fourth and was a different woman. She was more of a friend than a "stepmother" to the children. They grew to accept her and loved having her around for she seemed better than the rest but never worthy enough to replace their mothers, which was completely justifiable. Her son Avidesh was considered a "black sheep" though, as he was dark in complexion and seemed a little bit slow so he was never really welcomed into the new family.
Before long Raphael and Chandani were expecting their first child together. Me. Raphael was still stationed at the Brasso police station and he met Molly. A mother of five who had owned the only shop in the area for miles. Her husband had taken ill and would soon pass on from this world. On his many visits to the shop he would come into contact with Molly's youngest child. A fifteen year old girl named Herah. They would exchange conversation at times but she wasn't as sweet as most teens her age for she was a troubled child. There were stories about her father taking advantage of her innocence. She had been expelled from school after being caught having sex in a washroom cubicle with another pupil. I would assume her encounters with her father had a negative effect on her as with any other child in that situation for she had taken a liking to another father figure, Raphael.
She started to call Raphael on the phone at the police station for they had now become "friends". They started going out for drives and having conversations about what troubled their minds. Herah started to grow obsessed with the idea of having Raphael as her own. She made advances to him on one of their drives and this was the start of Raphael's troubles. Chandani had noticed a change in Raphael. He no longer wanted to be at home. He often returned from work with "love bites" about his neck and tried to almost never be present. He didn't feel the same towards her or her unborn child for there was a new younger woman in the picture.
The time came for Chandani to have her baby. By now she was aware of the other "woman" because she would receive frequent phone calls of abuse by this troubled teen. Raphael still tried to keep his alternate life a secret but Whitney and Nicolette were aware of his every move as he never hid anything from his children. Raphael left work and came to her aid but didn't prove to be as comforting as any expecting father. He yelled, "shut d fuck up na. Ah tryin tuh drive." with much shock to Chandani. Nicolette who came along for support with Chandani looked on in awe. He had left them there at the hospital and didn't return until she was discharged. It seemed he had no love for his new son. As Chandani came home she placed her newborn on the bed and went to the standpipe at the road to full a few buckets of water. She had returned to an empty house as everyone was out partying. In agonising pain she lifted each bucket up what seemed to be miles of stairs and began washing not just her clothes but Raphael's children clothes as well. They had grown too accustomed to Chandani and now treated her as more of a slave than a friend. She then cut some white sheets to make diapers for her new son as Raphael didn't leave any money or food for her. He was too busy "wining and dining" his young girlfriend. Daphne and Daisy had some marital problems and decided to return home to Daddy's house. Daphne, Whitney and Nicolette had taken Chandani to a shop which was only a few houses away. They would get food stock from here on credit and their father would always pay the bill when they returned. They assisted Chandani in anyway they could and she later grew a close bond to Whitney and Nicolette.
Two weeks later it was time to register the new baby and apply for the birth certificate. Whitney had liked a boy named "Ricardo" and Diana had liked a boy named "Enrique" and this would become my first and middle name. Raphael was now very busy with his job as the country's government had been overthrown and there was now a coup taking place. Diana and Whitney being teens decided to throw a party that would later become out of hand. Diana and Whitney had smoked so much weed that they were now atop a friend's car by the road with nothing on but their birthday suits. On hearing a threat from the neighbor to call their father they ran under the house to a man made pond their father had made to occupy his time, which really didn't do well at occupying his time, and dove in. Giggles from everyone who was there (mostly teenage men) accompanied this act. Chandani stayed in her room with Ricardo. Later that night Raphael returned after hearing what his daughters had done and he bagged all their belongings as he said, "Alyuh is fuckin slut. Yuh wa take man in my house? Not in meh mother cunt house! I eh want allyuh back here! Leave. LEAVE!" They left and waited downstairs, hiding until he left. Chandani felt sorry for them and welcome them back in when it was safe.
The very next day Nicolette had returned from a sleep over at her best friend's house and gave Chandani a letter. It was a letter from the underaged tramp addressed to Raphael. It read,-
"To my dearest Raphael,
I know people say I'm a child and I'm not right for you but soon I will be sixteen and no one can stop us from being together. I won't be a child forever. I love you and soon we will have a life together. Don't worry about what my sister Sita says. She's a fool and I wish I could just kill her and never have to deal with her again. My mother and her don't know what they are talking about. I will kill myself if I can't have you and they know I mean it because I have tried it before! Soon we will have it all my love.
With Love Always
Herah"
Even though this hurt Chandani with every word she read, she had Nicolette and Whitney there for support and they decided to make a bonfire with all the stuffed animals that they were hiding for their father. All gifts from the underaged home wrecking whore.They had called her and played a song that was popular at the time and seemed to fit into this scenario perfectly, "she's just sixteen years old, leave her alone they say." They all had a laugh and enjoyed the few minutes that the fire had lasted but after joy always comes sorrow ...
Introduction
He was it. He was handsome and had it all. The reputation of being the "ladies man". He had women in every post he was stationed. The "bad boy" policeman. He had recently met a young mother of two who was a married woman. The wife you'd want to come home to. She was a kind and loving woman who did everything to please her husband, Aneil. The high school teacher who did all the wrong and never the right. He would come home high from the alcohol and marijuana and beat her. A battered woman but surely, this woman was no saint.
Married at the age of 16 she had her 1st child. A very happy child she named Vijay. She loved her life in the rural area of Brasso. An undeveloped countryside area that she called home. Her youngest sister, Karmani, had just moved in with them. She had gone out of control. Dropped out of school, ran away from home, started drinking and smoking weed and experimenting with drugs, having "nights out" with strange men, and now, with nowhere to go, she ended up at her sister's doorstep. Her sister, Chandani, being the kind hearted woman she was, let her stay in her home along with her husband and their newborn son but little did she know ...
Awoken by the giggles that came from her sister's room she removed her hands from around the baby she cradled. Drifting, she approached and peeked to see her husband having a "feeling session" with her "baby" sister. She entered and made her presence known only to hear the words, "yuh cyah fuckin knock o'wa?". Ashamed she retreated back to her baby and cried. The sleepless nights began.
Day after day, night after night the young battered mother tried to cope. She was on the verge. "Should I run away and leave this place?" she thought to herself. "No!". She heard the voice in her head as clear as day. The alter ego begins. She never wanted to be a divorced single mother but slowly she started to realise that she had enough of this life and being second best to Karmani who got treated more like a wife than a sister-in-law by Aneil.
A few nights later Karmani came home with one of her suitors to see one of the many in the porch talking to Chandani and Aneil. She had informed him she was pregnant earlier that week. Too soon to show, she was afraid to tell anyone. She kissed him quickly and got out his car. She stopped, watched him drive off and came slowly up the stairs. Agitated and filled with shame she did the one thing she could think of. She cursed the poor fellow and told him she had lied. "I eh pregnant yuh jackass. I did just say that to get yuh money." He left and was never a part of her life again.
Chandani came home to discover what looked like blood stains on her carpet. She had spent that weekend visiting her parents with her son and husband. Aneil who couldn't pass up the opportunity to "lime with d boys" at the nearby bar had stayed back to have a few. "Karmani" she screamed, worried that something had happened to her, "Yuh home? Yuh ok? Wey yuh?". "Ah in meh room" she heard. Karmani was safe but was recovering from "throwin away d chile". She had planned her at home abortion three weeks in advance. Too tired and in pain from expelling the fetus she had taken pills to get rid of. She was unable to clean up her mess and shouted, "Ah need some tablet. Ah now geh meh period" Chandani later discovered the truth behind this when she found the pills Karmani had taken along with a picture of Aneil she had stashed away safely in the side of her hand bag. The truth was in front of her but she rejected the thought out of hurt and anguish.
Later that night Aneil returned "high like ah kite", his steps slow and uneven and heavy. Chandani was still on her knees trying to scrub the blood stains out of her carpets. "Wey yuh cook?" he shouted. "I eh cook. Ah tryin tuh clean up d house. An doh talk so loud. D child sleeping." she said but this was her mistake. "Doh tell meh wha d fuck I could do in my house eh! Yuh playin fuckin mad?" was enough to wake Vijay and was accompanied by his loud cries.
A broken woman, she ran out the house with Vijay locked in her arms. Her lip and nose severely bleeding. The police station was only a few houses away. She ran in and so her story begins. Here is where she met Basdeo who would soon become her lover.
Kamani said her goodbyes. She was U.S. bound soon to be married to her fiance Bob, a local boy who had left Trinidad to further his studies and make a decent life for himself. She had met him though her sister-in-law who happened to be his aunt. Chandani gave her some money she was saving, "send some nice clothes fuh Vijay wit dis fuh meh na." She loved to see her son in the latest styles but would never get the chance to see her money's worth.
Basdeo and Chandani had many days to themselves as Karmani was no longer in the picture and Aneil was always too high to know what was going on around him. Nine short months later she gave birth to her second son, Avidesh. Aneil was too dumb to even know what had happened here. She passed this bastard child off as his and he happily believed her. Basdeo, now a long gone memory for her, had a wife and child at home and a squeaky clean reputation not worthy of tarnishing.
One year had passed and the joy of a new baby had faded. Aneil returned to his old ways and the beatings continued. She would now meet her new lover while making her final report to the police station, our handsome "ladies man", Raphael, who had a string of flames and a handful of children he had no choice but to claim.
And so the story ... My story, begins ...
Married at the age of 16 she had her 1st child. A very happy child she named Vijay. She loved her life in the rural area of Brasso. An undeveloped countryside area that she called home. Her youngest sister, Karmani, had just moved in with them. She had gone out of control. Dropped out of school, ran away from home, started drinking and smoking weed and experimenting with drugs, having "nights out" with strange men, and now, with nowhere to go, she ended up at her sister's doorstep. Her sister, Chandani, being the kind hearted woman she was, let her stay in her home along with her husband and their newborn son but little did she know ...
Awoken by the giggles that came from her sister's room she removed her hands from around the baby she cradled. Drifting, she approached and peeked to see her husband having a "feeling session" with her "baby" sister. She entered and made her presence known only to hear the words, "yuh cyah fuckin knock o'wa?". Ashamed she retreated back to her baby and cried. The sleepless nights began.
Day after day, night after night the young battered mother tried to cope. She was on the verge. "Should I run away and leave this place?" she thought to herself. "No!". She heard the voice in her head as clear as day. The alter ego begins. She never wanted to be a divorced single mother but slowly she started to realise that she had enough of this life and being second best to Karmani who got treated more like a wife than a sister-in-law by Aneil.
A few nights later Karmani came home with one of her suitors to see one of the many in the porch talking to Chandani and Aneil. She had informed him she was pregnant earlier that week. Too soon to show, she was afraid to tell anyone. She kissed him quickly and got out his car. She stopped, watched him drive off and came slowly up the stairs. Agitated and filled with shame she did the one thing she could think of. She cursed the poor fellow and told him she had lied. "I eh pregnant yuh jackass. I did just say that to get yuh money." He left and was never a part of her life again.
Chandani came home to discover what looked like blood stains on her carpet. She had spent that weekend visiting her parents with her son and husband. Aneil who couldn't pass up the opportunity to "lime with d boys" at the nearby bar had stayed back to have a few. "Karmani" she screamed, worried that something had happened to her, "Yuh home? Yuh ok? Wey yuh?". "Ah in meh room" she heard. Karmani was safe but was recovering from "throwin away d chile". She had planned her at home abortion three weeks in advance. Too tired and in pain from expelling the fetus she had taken pills to get rid of. She was unable to clean up her mess and shouted, "Ah need some tablet. Ah now geh meh period" Chandani later discovered the truth behind this when she found the pills Karmani had taken along with a picture of Aneil she had stashed away safely in the side of her hand bag. The truth was in front of her but she rejected the thought out of hurt and anguish.
Later that night Aneil returned "high like ah kite", his steps slow and uneven and heavy. Chandani was still on her knees trying to scrub the blood stains out of her carpets. "Wey yuh cook?" he shouted. "I eh cook. Ah tryin tuh clean up d house. An doh talk so loud. D child sleeping." she said but this was her mistake. "Doh tell meh wha d fuck I could do in my house eh! Yuh playin fuckin mad?" was enough to wake Vijay and was accompanied by his loud cries.
A broken woman, she ran out the house with Vijay locked in her arms. Her lip and nose severely bleeding. The police station was only a few houses away. She ran in and so her story begins. Here is where she met Basdeo who would soon become her lover.
Kamani said her goodbyes. She was U.S. bound soon to be married to her fiance Bob, a local boy who had left Trinidad to further his studies and make a decent life for himself. She had met him though her sister-in-law who happened to be his aunt. Chandani gave her some money she was saving, "send some nice clothes fuh Vijay wit dis fuh meh na." She loved to see her son in the latest styles but would never get the chance to see her money's worth.
Basdeo and Chandani had many days to themselves as Karmani was no longer in the picture and Aneil was always too high to know what was going on around him. Nine short months later she gave birth to her second son, Avidesh. Aneil was too dumb to even know what had happened here. She passed this bastard child off as his and he happily believed her. Basdeo, now a long gone memory for her, had a wife and child at home and a squeaky clean reputation not worthy of tarnishing.
One year had passed and the joy of a new baby had faded. Aneil returned to his old ways and the beatings continued. She would now meet her new lover while making her final report to the police station, our handsome "ladies man", Raphael, who had a string of flames and a handful of children he had no choice but to claim.
And so the story ... My story, begins ...
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