I am Tricia, 28 years old, 5ft 9, bright as the stars, beautiful. When I say beautiful, I mean every bit of it. I have had compliments from men like "hey, you must have dropped from heaven", "God must have spent extra time creating you", "An angel must be missing in heaven" and so on. My beauty is not my strong point, I am very eloquent, people take me to be the daughter of the queen, and they always want to talk to me. I attended a popular elementary school. School fees in that school can’t be afforded by an average man. Most of the teachers are foreign nationals, I grew up in affluence, I had it all. My parents were so loving, they gave us everything we needed, they showered us with so much affection that I didn’t imagine a life without them.
Shortly after my 9th birthday, the driver came to school early one afternoon to pick us, he had a long face. He was usually smiley and playful so I was a bit worried. I asked Uncle James if all was well, he replied in the affirmative but still carried the funny face. We got home that afternoon to meet some of my uncles and aunts. They weren't looking happy either. People started talking in hush tones and immediately, I knew something terrible had happened. As the first child in a family of four children, my siblings and I were all young and innocent. We had been pampered all our lives. It was therefore a rude shock when we were told our parents who travelled to London died in a plane crash! The world crumbled right in front of us. We became orphans, the birds stopped singing, the stars stopped shining, the world came to a stand still. Blood obviously stopped flowing in my veins because the next thing I remembered was waking up in a hospital bed! Though I was small, I had heard the story of orphans and knew we were in for a rough time.
Our uncles tried their best but that gap was there, they couldn’t do as much as our parents would have.
We moved in with Uncle Tom and his family. They were not as comfortable as we were but well over average. He tried his best to make us happy knowing the kind of life we were living but it was never like before.
On the night of my sixteenth birthday, my uncle came to my room. He had lust in his eyes, he was visibly shaking, he had access to our rooms so he could enter anytime. He looked at me with lust, I couldn’t believe my uncle lusted after me! That night, he gave me a necklace and told me to try it. It was then I saw the bulge on his trouser!
To be continued!
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