How will I survive?

HOW WILL I SURVIVE? CHAPTER 1 How can a dog live in an angry lion’s den peacefully? My name is Bukola Pamilerin, But later, I changed my name to Bukky-Pp. So I would prefer you calling me Bukky Pp instead of Bukola Pamilerin. The Bukky was the short of my name “Bukola”, The first P stands for “ Pamilerin” while the second P stands for pain. I intentionally added pain to my name because of the pain I went through after the my parent’s death. It was a very gloomy day, My parents, My siblings and I were traveling to Abuja for vacation to my uncle’s place when the car’s break failed.

My father tried all the possible best to control the car, But it all ended in vain, as we had a fatal accident. My father, Mum and one of my siblings died immediately. The second one who was my younger brother was taken to the hospital by the passers-by who came to rescue us, But it was also in vain as she he died the next day. After a month had passed, The head of the family called a meeting,The meeting based on where I would be living after my parent's death.At the end of the meeting and discussion,The family concluded and agreed that I would be living with that my uncle my family and I were going to visit in Abuja when we had the accident which took the lives of parents and siblings. His wife was also there, I could see how she frowned after hearing that I would be living with them, But I thought she was being angry and mád at something else. "Darling, or what do you feel? " my uncle asked her. "Its okay like that, dear" she said as she smiled. she didn't smile as we do,her smiling face on that day was savory.she didn't smile like a person who was happy with the decision. "Are you pleased with that? " my uncle asked me, as he was smiling happily. "Yes, I'm. I would love to be living with you" I said as I beamed joyfully.. After everybody had left, I went to my room to park my luggages, when my uncle's wife entered: "You're welcome ma" I said. "I'm not here for greeting. Just know that you're now going to abuja, Another person's house, Not your father's house. So, Behave yourself and maintain your championship" she said, as she frowned. I was still a teen then, I was just 13yrs old then, I haven't grown up enough to understand what she meant. I thought it was just a piece of advice. So I nodded. "Thanks so much ma, I'll know the child/daughter of whom I'm" I said, And she left. After a week when I had been living with them, Tòpe, one of my uncle's children offended me, so I beat him lightly. But there was something about this boy, he’s spoilt. Even if you tap him, he would be crying spitefully. As my uncle's wife heard his crying voice, she came down from upstair and roared at me. "Ehn ehn, what happened? " she was rànting. I was trying to explain what she did, when she gave me a d!rty slap. "But ma, he was the one that____" I was trying to add “ offended me” when she started beating me mer_cillesly. The way she beat me on that day made me remember my parent. they had never beaten me like that before when they were alive, they used to pamper and cuddle me carefully. Her beatings had caused severe damage to my body, I had being injured.Every part of my body was paining me; my joints and everywhere. So I went to my room, Brought out my parent's pictures and started crying hopelessly. "Dad, mum, how could you be so cruèl? How could you leave me for suffering and agòny? " I started shedding tears uncontrollably