My name is Nikita Daniels, born 1977, the best year of all. I was raised by my adoptive grandmom because my mom did not know her real mom; she was adopted too as a young child. I never knew life. I was abused and I had to do things I did not want to do. I was raped by my grandmom’s boyfriend. I told her and she put him out of her home, but later that year she let him back in. He still did the same thing to me and my sister, but this time I did not tell her anything, I just use to sit my room and wonder when this nightmare would be over.
One day, my grandmom went to bingo and left me and my sisters and brother home with this strange, nasty man. He asked us do we want to play a game with him. Of course we said yes, we where just kids. So this old, nasty man said let’s play hide and seek in the dark. We played. Of course, this man was running around with his boxers on with his private part hanging out. All I can remember is my little sis saying that it was very black and nasty. He was looking for me he could not find me and my sis screamed out there she is. I ran; he caught me. He started touching my private parts and my breasts (I did not have any but I think he was the one who made them bigger). I said I didn’t want to play any more. I went to my room and waited for my grandmom to come, crying feeling nasty and scared.
Grandmom came home. She went in the kitchen and started cooking dinner and she said “Where is Kita?” my sis said, “She is in her room.” So my grandmom called for me, “Kita, Kita!” I did not come downstairs. She made her final call to me, “Kita, come down here right …” I got up and came downstairs. Looking in the room to the right downstairs, my grandmom’s boyfriend was lying in bed down there and he was looking at me with a evil look like you better not tell. But I told anyway. My granndmom said, “What is wrong, baby?” I said, “This man keeps touching me down there.” She said, “Who?” I said, “Eggman.” That’s her boyfriend’s name. She went to her room and got her gun her .38 and then she pointed at him she said “Get out, or I will kill you now.” He said, “What’s wrong, baby?” She said, “I’m going to call them laws if you don’t get out now.” He began packing his clothes and walking out the door. My grandmom said, “Don’t come back because you know what you are doing to my grandkids and if you come back here, I will kill you.” I still felt bad inside my whole body. I think he needs to go to jail and rot like a rat.
Later that year, my grandmom passed away so we had to stay with our mom who knew nothing about it. I was about thirteen years old. She left us at home with her husband and guess what: he did the same thing to my sis and I. Except my mom believed him. She went out seven days a week, twenty-four hours a day, and left us home with her nasty husband who liked to creep in my room and touch me. I was very scared to tell my mom at first because I did not have a bond with her at all, so this little game went on for sometime. Now that I was thirteen years old, my mom started fixing me up like a grown woman and then I started going to clubs with her she started making me dance for money and selling my body and give the money to her. When I dance she comes on stage and picks up all the money I make each and every night as if she was my pimp. Some nights, she would bet me if I did not feel like going to the club with her; she also had me stealing out of stores for her and her husband to go exchange for money so she could get weed and beer.
Then I got pregnant with my first child which is a girl. Her father went to jail when I was five months pregnant. I met another wonderful guy who is not from here who took me away from my mom and got me and him an apartment. Oh boy, my mom was so mad at me and him. At this point, I did not know anything he took me to the welfare office to get off my mom’s case and get my own he took me to a WIC office to get WIC for me and my baby guess what my mom came to our home with some other females to fight me and my boyfriend because she wanted the food they gave me from WIC. We called the police and they all ran and got in their cars and left. The police came and the asked what was going on and I told them and they ask me for my ID. I gave it to them they said you have a warrant? I said, “For what?” The policeman said driving and some other stuff. I forgot my aunt told me my mom had gotten some tickets in my name and my aunt knows because she was in the car when my mom got the tickets in my name, but the police still took me to jail. I had to write my name about twenty times the way she sign my name on the ticket was different so they let me go and dismissed the ticket.
The bottom line is: I’m still going in the storm with my mom and it has not stopped and I’m married to a wonderful man who is battling the storm with me. I thank god for him. Look out for Nikita, Part 2 as the story goes on.