Temilade Adeyemo - Oval shaped face, long trimmed hair, brown eyes, pointed nose, redish lips, 5-11 in height and light in complexion.

　　My body came back into reality when I heard loud noise's coming from down stairs.

　　I am sure it won't be serious so I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and washed my face.

　　I finished in the bath room tiredly and went out to find out what was going on down stairs.

　　I climbed down the stair slowly still being very tired and I sighted my Dad beating my mom!!.

　　I snapped out from my tiredness and quickly ran up to them trying to separate my dad because he was the one beating my mum, but my father pushed me away painfully and kept strangling my mother,

　　I couldn't hold my tears any longer, wet watery eyes, tears began to full from my two eyes my two eyes passing my cheeks and stopping into my mouth.

　　"Papa stop, Papa please!, stop hitting mummy, please!, why are you doing this na?!".

　　I kept on saying and complaining, pulling him away with all I got but he landed a punch unto my face and I fell straight to the ground.

　　That was a very heavy punch, I admit, the punch got a big injury in my eye. This wasn't the first time that this is happening.

　　This is not the first time my Dad is beating my mom and I, I wonder What my mom might have done that she will deserve this kind of beating and strangling like this.

　　I quickly ran outside to call for help because I knew I could not handle my Dads muscles and adrenaline rush alone when they heard me cry plenty people ran inside the house to see the activity going on so they can save my mom from my Fathers actions.

　　Everyone I called started pulling my father away like he was a hideous bull, my father didn't like that much stress so he decided to let go of my mother, after that they all released him and he went upstairs with his angry look, he is a monster I really hate that man, I don't know what my mother sees in him, he is a very wicked brat.

　　Every one lifted my mom and rushed her to the hospital. Looking at her, she was unconscious, I hope she doesn't die, that stupid idiot of a man, The person that raised him didn't try at all

Mcheeew

, I hissed.

　　Once again my Dad tried to kill my mom, why is this always happening I said to myself, a drop of tears running down my cheek from my eye falling into my mouth.

　　This always happen, when will all this stop, when will my mom have her freedom, I really hate all this.

　　I am really worried, why is this happening to me, I quickly went up stairs to get ready to see my mother in the hospital, I finished taking my bath after that I went to my room to get dressed, I combed my hair and wore one of my dresses.

　　"Temilade, where are you?!", My dad shouted from down stairs. I rushed down to answer my dad to avoid any problem, that man has big anger issue, if I say any thing to annoy him am not sure what would happen, it might be me next on the hospital bed, because did not want any trouble from my Dad.

　　"I am right here sir", I answered and he looked at me with a very angry face, "Where is my breakfast?", I looked at him in surprise and said,

　　"But sir I was going to see my mother first in the hospital, when I come back I can serve you it won't take time or maybe you can do it yourself". I said with fear, he really has anger issues, I shouldn't have talked.

　　"What!, you mean you are not going to serve or cook for me, what are you saying, are you mad?!", My dad shout. "I..... I ... wa..... goi.... going", I stammered.

　　"You what?!, let me tell you, you are not going anywhere, you are not going to see that stupid mother of yours, I will not let you, you better go to that kitchen and start cooking for me or else you won't recognise youself again, I will do something you haven't seen me do before".

　　I quickly ran to the kitchen and put the remaining rice on fire for it to warm but I kept on crying, my dad is a very stupid man, what if my mother needs me and I am not there for her, this man will not kill me. I brought out the stew and also warmed it, I dished it out into his plate to starve.

　　"Papa this is your food", I said putting the plate on the dinning table and left his side before anything could happen to me again, I was glad he didn't say any thing to me.

　　I quickly ran out of the house to see my mother in the hospital, on the way I saw one of my friend, her name was Wonuola Afolagbe. We both greeted and then she asked looking at face. "Where are you going and why is your eye swollen".

　　"I am going to see my mother in the hospital", I said sadly, "Why?, what happened to her", Wonuola asked curiously.

　　"Well you know my Dad, he is the one responsible for that, I pray nothing happen to my mother", I said with tears coming out of my eye.

　　"No need to cry don't worry I will follow you to the hospital I have nothing to doing right now so let's go", Wonuola encouraged.

　　We both took a taxi and drove to the university teaching hospital

UCH

, I cried throughout praying nothing will happen to my mother.

　　I paid the taxi and walked up to the hospital and waited for the doctor to tell me what happened to my mother.

　　I saw the doctor coming out of my mother's ward sadly, I wonder What happened, why is he sad.

　　What has happened why is his face looking like that, what has happened with my mother don't tell me she is what I think it is?, what has happened with my mother back there.

　　"I am sorry", the doctor said. What has happened, that voice, I kept on saying tears rushing out from my eyes "She didn't make it, she died in the process", the doctor said sadly.

　　"WHAT!!!?"....... .

　　TRAGEDY!!!!

　　To be continued...... .