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You're a disgrace to this family jasmine, I really do regret the day I didn't listen to your father and have you adopted, it's a good thing you're finally leaving our lives.

Flash back.

The glass shattered with a deafening crash, the sound waves reverberating through the air like a scream. 

My hands trembled in fear and my heart raced with anticipation for the worse.

"JASMINE!" Just as I expected there it was. My mother's scream, I froze, my eyes fixed on the door as if waiting for the storm to unleash its fury.

My mother's voice was like a crack of thunder, shaking the very foundations of my being. I knew that tone, that pitch, that raw emotion. It was the sound of her anger.

Hurtful images of past situations flashed in my head, my body trembled while I waited for the devil to unleash her fury. She waltzed into the kitchen, fire burning in her eyes, as they bore hole into my irises. 

"Mother, I..... 'Smack' my face fell to the side, tears rolling down my face while i held my hurting cheek.

"You foolish child. That was the last piece from my wedding and you just broke it" she yelled.  Silent sobbed creaked from my lips, while i stared at the woman who birthed me rain curses on me. "

... I knew right from the moment I gave birth to you, that I should have gotten rid off you the moment I gave birth to you, just as your father suggested. Now, look at what you've done, that cup was gifted by a very special person jasmine" she yelled at me, but this time her tone was louder.

I stood there, feeling like a wounded animal, as my mother's words pierced my soul. I couldn't bear to look at her, so I fixed my gaze on the shattered remains of the cup, the pieces seeming to mock me with their fragility. 

My mind raced with thoughts of self-blame and self-doubt, wondering if I was indeed the foolish child she claimed I was.

The silence that followed was oppressive, heavy with unspoken words and unresolved issues. I couldn't bring myself to say anything because I knew it's only earn me another slap, so I remained silent.

"Hey honey, I'm home" the deep voice of my father interrupted the heated moment. I swallowed nervously, and my eyes went wide.

'No no. He isn't supposed to be home now, why's he here?' In some cases, the fathers are meant to be the heroes who'd save their abused kids from their mother, but that wasn't my case. My both parents were equally as evil as the devil himself.

Now he's is home, I'm sure going to get it from the both of them.  He pulled his coat and hung it on the hook, his eyes never leaving mine, filled with a mixture of fury and toxicity. 

My mother's gaze was still burning with fury, her arms crossed, and her foot tapping impatiently. I knew I was in for a double dose of scolding, and my heart sank in anticipation.

The air was thick with tension, and I could feel the weight of their disapproval bearing down on me.

"Father, I'm sorry I...I didn't mean to.....

"You're never meaning to do anything jasmine. Tell me, are you this unfortunate? You've never done anything to impress us in your life. We feed you, we clothe you, we shelter and all you do is to disappoint us." My father's words were like arrows in my heart.

A heavy sigh left his lips as he retreated his steps back wards while he rolled the sleeves of his shirt.

"Is that all Marcus? You aren't going to hit her anymore? C'mon, that glass was gifted to us by Mr Celestine, have you forgotten how much it means to us?" She tried to tempt his spirit but luck was on my side that night, my father didn't bulge.

"Let it be Emilia, the deed has been done. Hitting her won't mend the broken glass cup." My mother's nose turned red and she slowly returned her gaze to me, her cold eyes piercing through mine.

"You should thank your God today jasmine" she seethed out through gritted teeth and left the kitchen. I sighed in relief but I couldn't control the tears that rolled down my cheeks. I tidied up the kitchen and left for my room.

As if my guardian angel decided to take a break, my both parents were still up, and in the living room. 

"Jasmine" my father called. 

"Yes father " I replied, my tone flat and ghosted while my gaze were fixed on my feet.

"My eyes are up here young lady" he growled, and I felt the pulse in my heart race. I slowly brought my gaze to meet theirs, and as usual they held nothing but hate and fury and it made me question my existence.

"Pack your things, you'd be leaving tomorrow" my mother announced. Without thinking, I dared to question to them.

"W..why?" "Did you just question our instruction?" I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, about to defend myself, when I felt her fingers wrapped around my neck.

"How dare you? You......

"Emilia, let it be" once again, my father came to my rescue. The moment she released her grip from my neck, I took in all the air I could take, wheezing and coughing to catch my breath.

"Young lady, you have no right to question us, just do as you're told. Let's not make your last night with us a horrible one, now leave" 

‘Last night?' I questioned inwardly as I stared at my parents, expecting an explanation but all I got was a glare from them.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" My mother snarled. With a wavering body, I left their presence. As I drew closer to my room, I dreaded the moment that is yet to come. I was going to face my little sister, another demon, who tormented me. I slowly opened the door, to find on her bed with her colouring book and crayons.

"Ughh" I heard her exclaim and saw her eyes roll at my presence. Well the feeling is mutual sis. I thought to myself.

"Why are you here jasmine? Aren't you supposed to be doing the house chores?" She whined and I concededly rolled my eyes.

Anyone who walks into us would think Juanita is the oldest because of the way she treats me.

She always disrespects me, ridicule me and bullies me, and I dare not retaliate else I'd have it hard from my parents. She is their golden egg.

Everyday, I stay at the sideline and watch how she's being treated with love, and so much adoration while I, on the hand, I'm treated with hate and disgust.

For eight years of my life, I stayed in my room, curled up in silence and darkness, wondering what I ever did to make my family treat me the way I did, but I never got an answer.

With a heavy heart, I went towards my little closet and began packing my things. 

"Hey what are you doing?" Juanita questioned arrogantly. I had nothing to say to her because she wasn't stupid to see I was packing my stuff.

Though she was only six, everyone around praised her for being a smart little girl, so I was hoping she'd use her brains.

"I'm talking to you jasmine" she pulled my hair, making a scream filled with pain emit from my mouth.

"Let go Juanita, you're hurting me" I cried out but she didn't yield to my cry, instead she tugged harder on my hair.

"I asked you a question jasmine, what are you doing?" she yelled. I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of replying to question but I've been through so much today and the last thing I wanted was my angry parents intervening and giving me a beating I'd never forget, so I decided to give her an answer.

"Mom and dad asked me to pack my stuff" I stuttered. She didn't let go yet, instead she tugged harshly, until I felt some strands leave the root of my head.

"Now, was that so hard huh?" She hissed out and retreated back to her bed. I knelt on the fall crying hard while I stared at the strands of my hair that was plucked out .

I really don't know where my parents were sending me off to, but somewhere deep down within me feels a little bit of joy, that I was finally leaving my toxic home.

I finished packing my stuff into an old worn out duffel bag, then i grabbed my towel and headed to the bathroom, the only place I found momentarily comfort.

As the cold water cascaded down, the tears in my eyes finally broke free, streaming down my face like a river of pain. 

I let out a sob, the sound echoing off the bathroom tiles, and I slumped against the wall, feeling the weight of my despair.  The water washed away the physical hurt, but not the emotional scars.