Damsel in distress.

(Eve Wood' POV).

{Song recommended.... In the arms of the angel by Sarah McLachlan}

I was dumbfounded when I found my dad holding my lifeless mom into his embrace, even though I was only four at that time but I knew very well what death was. My mother used to tell me about it.

He was crying but I saw it as he was smirking at me devilishly. No matter how hard I knew the truth that he didn't do it but I couldn't stop myself from blaming him "He would have saved her."

I reverted myself but it was too late since he had already seen me looking at him with my mouth covered with my palm.

His eyes widened with fear and looked at me without blinking for even once. He gently placed my lifeless mom 'His wife' on the floor and walked towards me. He was drenched in blood but that didn't stop him from touching my cheeks, caressed them for some seconds before pulling me into a warm hug. That was the last hug from my father.

I can remember his scent, the warmth I felt at that time, his stares and his sobs that never stopped me from blaming him for her death. He had the chance to kill all those men but just left them to walk away . Killing one wasn't enough for me... I wanted all of them dead .

The more I grow, the more I hate him yet he's one of the closet people I have other than Heaven who can't even remember wheather I exist.

I am neither allowed to move out of my apartment with a fucking darm bodyguard nor allowed to go back to "Ssangala..." *Heaven's town*

Am living a life where I can't even trust my pet hoping it will betray me.

I am being monitored 24/7.

After my mom's burrial, Martin was sent to prison to serve a six year punishment for murdering two people yet I knew that he wasn't the real killer " Anyway Who would believe a four year old kid testifying in the court." obviously no one would . I lost two parents at the same time but Heaven was there for me the all time.

I had no choice but to live with my grandparents who treated like nothing but a princess from romantic movies. Despite there relationship with my dad, my grandparents loved me to the core, loved me more than thier own daughter. We didn't fight more about it since I was cold as ice at that time and barely spoke to anyone. All that time Heaven was there with me.

Until one day I was dragged out of the house like a useless piece of shit and tossed in the car like chicken feathers by the same men who killed my mom. They kicked the shit out of the guards who were protecting me and Heaven leaving the rolling on the floor in pains. The gave Heaven on hot slap and she went flying on the table breaking it into two parts, She didn't say anything not even a single cry and that was the only time I ever saw her quite like a tomb. I cried my lungs out thinking she was dead too just like my mom, I wasn't even allowed to check on her before I was dragged out. He carried me with his one arm like he was holding a shirt by it's top since he carried me by my hair.

I screamed in pains calling my grandparents but that didn't me and I was knocked out losing my counciosness.

I woke up in my bed ( Father's house) to find the two men looking at me maniacally like a predator ready to eat it's prey. I called out my mom and dad out loud as I was trying to get up from the bed but was held by the man. I fought with all my energy but instead I received a hot slap as a prize. I had no choice but to follow orders.

The other thing I knew I was on a plane flying to Ghana. Am in a country where I barely know anyone except for my Nanny Jane who I came with. She nothing but a mother to me since the age of four. Eleven years have passed but I have never been outside except for peeping through the window . I don't remember how it feels to be outside except I know how it feels to stay inside like a rat for ages.

I have tried many times to kill myself but I have never succeed since I remember that I have to take revenge on those people who killed mom and made my life miserable. Everything about my family fades away slowly .

When ever I see that man 'Jim' who held my hair and tossed in the car like a useless trash, I find myself nauseous with sweaty palms and find myself difficult to breath. I became more scared than in my night mares, I become frazzled the I can't move my legs . My heart races, it pounds so hard and it feels like it might escape my chase at that very moment.

He tried to rape me at the age of nine. I can't forget how he looked at me with lustful eyes. I can't forget everything from that day.

"Sobing"

Even my own family gave up on me, everyone thinks am dead yet am here waiting to turn sixteen and get married to a man who is more like my grand father. He's been taking care of me since then I was four but yet we have never met we just exchange photos.

Am a minor who has never been to school except for the news papers I read and that's how I got to know what happened to Heaven.

My world is all black...and the only thing am good at is only boxing since I have been training myself since I was six. I wanted to learn shooting so bad but sadly I don't even have a gun... I just look at it from a far.

I can only save myself from these people since no one seems to remember me. Even if they do what can they do about it when they don't even know if I still exist.

"Take care everyone... am going to fight for myself, my darm life."