ITS MONDAY FB FAMILY AND FRIENDS ENJOY THE SEGMENT FROM CHAPTER 3 THE UNVEILING. ONLY A COUPLE MORE SEGMENTS BEFORE THE CLIMAX! ENJOY Every word her mother spoke to her that day was etched into her memory. She could remember like it happened yesterday. “Jayda! You little sorry girl you better get outta that bed. I’m the only somebody sleep past 8:00 in this house! She was screaming on the other side of my bedroom door. I jumped out of bed. I didn’t want her to catch me still in sleeping. “This house is a mess” she said and I sure ain’t gone be doin no cleanin…and find my cigarettes! They’re in here somewhere, and hurry up!”. I peeked out my door when I heard her voice trail down the hallway. I tiptoed out and I saw my mother with just her underwear on. She stopped to pick up a robe from the pile of clothes on the living room floor. She tightened it around her thin body and then stopped to take a drink out of a can of beer that was sitting on the living room table. I watched her as she stood in front of the mirror that hung on the wall. She was so beautiful. She ran her fingers through her long black hair and then went back into her bedroom slamming the down loudly behind her. I spotted the cigarettes on the floor behind the couch and moved quickly to her bedroom door. I knocked on the door softly. I was so nervous. I remember my voice squeaked when I asked can I come in? “Well yea, little stupid girl I told you to bring me my damn cigarettes didn’t I? Her voice was like a roaring lion. I remembered thinking she was in an especially bad mood and wondered what had caused that. I went in the room. I was walking slow and careful so I did not step on anything because the room was dimly lit by just the morning light coming through the curtains. My eyes fixed on a pile lying next to my mother on the other side of the bed and the clothes and shoes tossed on a chair. I stopped and wondered if this was the same guy from the night before but I knew my mom rarely had the same man over two nights in a row. Suddenly her voice interrupted my thoughts. I remember thinking it sounded like thunder. “Jayda what is wrong with you! Give me my cigarettes and get your narrow behind on out of here.” I said yes mam and was almost running and then for some reason I stretched my neck to see if I could get see the person in the bed. She caught me and began yelling “I said get out!” I ran out of the room and my mother was right behind me. She tackled me to the floor, and began flinging a thick leather belt, beating me with it. She was yelling I hate you, I hate you. I remembered thinking she was going to kill me each time the buckle and leather tore my skin. I was crying and pleading for her to stop, but she didn’t. She kept beating me wildly until my entire body was welted and began to bleed. The stranger in her bed ran into the living room wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. My mother was in a rage. I had never seen her that way before. She kept screaming I hate you, I hate you and flinging the belt even when the stranger tried to stop her. “Lola, woman what are you doing?!” the man said. He forcefully removed the belt from her hand and stood between us. You gone hurt that girl bad. Lola you better get yourself together and stop it now! “I told you that stuff would make you crazy if you did too much but you hard headed woman. I told you, nice and slow but no, you want to do it all and now you have lost your confound mind.” I remember my mother struggling to get free. “This ain’t none of your business! she yelled. This is my child and she gone do what I said. Get out of my way!” she kept screaming. “Lola, I said stop it and I mean it now” the stranger was screaming and shaking her. Her body was like it was rag doll and she stopped struggling. The strange man took her back to the bedroom. Neither one spoke one word to me. I just laid on the floor in a fetal position bracing for another blow. I remember managing to pull myself up from the floor and went into the bathroom crying and whincing in pain. The strange man came into the bathroom where I washing away the blood that was oozing from the welts on my arms and legs. “Here, you better put some of this on it” the stranger said took a bottle of peroxide out of the medicine cabinet and handed it to me. “Hey I’m sorry ok” he said and quickly went back into the bedroom. That was the day. The day I knew my mother hated me. I was ten years old.
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