As soon as Mrs Mustapha started reciting the speech I dozed off.
I went home after the gathering and I saw my step father sitting on the couch in the living room as soon as he saw me he stood up and I saw a scissors in his hand.
"I told you to be back home in five minutes but did you come back?" He said slowly as he walked towards me, I tried backing away as he stalked towards me.
"Where are you moving to? Come closer, come to me right now!" He yelled and I quickly moved closer to him, now we are only a feet apart.
He used the scissors to cut my clothes of off me.
"Please stop, please do not do this please I am sorry, I will always listen to you." I pleaded.
"Because you wore this gown you think you are pretty you are not pretty, you are a murderer you are ugly!! And pathetic you are a murderer!! You do not have the right to feel anything but pain and guilt."
"Please stop." I begged