Hanna and Nilaya

Anonymous (ID: HtLON1wZ ) 06/08/14(Sun)13:55:35 No.550228080 ► >>550228347 >>550229696

Hanna and Nini.jpg

>>550227926 (OP)

>>550215182

You'll love my story then.

>Be me. 1991
>Have qt3.14 4 year old (white. race is somewhat relevant) daughter.
>Daughter is beautiful, the light of my life, my everything, I love her mom than life itself. mom than my boring conservative then-wife.
>Gonna refer to my daughter as Hanna because its the first name I thought of that wasn't hers.
>She has this friend. Nilaya. a 4 year old indian girl.
>Hanna and Nilaya become best friends in school.
>Nini. as my daughter calls her. got bullied because she was the only brown girl at school. so a lot of the faggot kids bullied her because they had shitty racist parents.
>I meet Nini for the first time when she's 6. Nini gets a new school bus that year and it arrives 20 minutes after school ends every day, so my daughter asks me if she can play with her friend until her bus comes.
>Say yes, supervise them and chat with a few teachers and other parents who are there.

Should I continue? This story gets fucking dark real fast though, just a warning.

Anonymous (ID: HtLON1wZ) 06/08/14(Sun)13:57:28 No.550228347 ► >>550228481 >>550229696

>>550228080

Alright, continuing.

>My daughter introduces Nini as her best friends. they're holding hands and its so god damn cute.
>"Hi mr. Anon!" She's very polite and well mannered, kind of shy though.
>I talk to her for a bit. offer her and Hanna some cookies.
>20 years later the most vivid detail about that memory is Nini shyly looking up at me with her pretty brown eyes as she takes that first bite.
>The kids run off to play. I play with them for a bit. taking Hanna down the slide.
>repeat this for the first week of school.
>By the second week, Nini is noticeably less nervous around me.
>When we first met she never touched me, she always stood apart from me. now she's not apprehensive at all.
>She asks me to take her down the slide
>Lets me help her on the monkey bars and other climbing projects.
>One day. things don't go so well.
>We've been like this for a month now, Nini is without a doubt my favourite out of all of my daughters friends. She's polite. well behaved. chews with her mouth closed. she's a good influence on my little girl.
>One day as were playing I hear a loud screechy woman yelling in Punjabi. I don't understand wtf she's saying but I know she's calling Nilaya.
>There's a very angry looking indian couple standing at the sidewalk

The jungle gym, btw, was on school property, it was fenced in and right beside where the buses picked the kids up so they could play after school.

Sorry, rm a slow typer, I'm trying though guys.

Anonymous (ID: HtLON1wZ ) 06/08/14(Sun)13:58:33 No.550228481 ► >>550228626 >>550229696

>>550228347
>Nini's father comes over and yells at me in punjabi while the mother yells at her.
>The staff comes over because he's causing a scene.
>Everybody looking at this shit going wtf.
>He tells me in broken English to stay away from his daughter and something about white men being pedophiles? He was hard to understand.
>They take Nini away.
>The next day my daughter runs over to me in tears and asks me to take her home.
>She tells me and the wifey that Nini's parents told her she's not allowed to be friends with my Hanna anymore.
>Apparently Nini's parents think white people are evil? ldk why the fuck they moved to a predominantly white country if they hate white people but fuck it. whatever.
>Console my daughter, tell her she can be friends with Nini if she wants.
>Try to explain to her that racism is wrong and that we're all the same on the inside.

Anonymous (ID: HtLON1wZ ) 06/08/14(Sun)13:59:36 No.550228626 ► >>550228812 >>5502243696

>>550228481
>So for a few weeks things are relatively normal. Nini's parents now pick her up from school every day.
>My daughter and her are still best friends, they talk and play every day.
>One day Nini is at the park so my daughter asks to stay and play with her. Nini gives me a hug and says hi.
>She tells me her parents aren't gonna be home until late so she has to be home alone.

I'm all for independence, but a 6 year old girl home alone? FUCK. THAT.

>Tell Nini I'm not comfortable with her being home alone.
>Invite her over. She says yes.
>We have a great time at my house. we watch a movie (She wasn't allowed to watch any movies with magic in them so she was blown away by the old Disney vhs I put on)
>We have pizza for dinner because I'm too lazy to cook and the wife is at work At this point in time I should mention that my wife was a nurse and I was a former soldier, I was still looking for something to do for work at that stage of my life.
>Drive Nini home. she gives me a big. long bear hug and kisses me on the cheek and tells nee site doesn't wanna go home
>I tell her she has to but she'll probably be able to come over again soon.
>it hurt to lie to her
>Nini leaves. we go home.
>two hours later the cops are banging on my door.
>They arrest me for kidnapping.
>Eventually the cops let me go but warn me to stay away from Nilaya.
>Daughter tells me that Nini got in a lot of trouble too, tells me that her mommy spanked her with a belt.
>Daughter describes Nini's injuries.
>Nini was definitely beaten. Cuts and bruises covered her body from what I was told.
>Tell the school administration.
>They essentially tell me to bugger off. they can't do anything.

That poor girl.

Anonymous (la HtLON1wZ ) 06/08/14(Sun)14:00:59 No.550228812 ► >>ssonam >>550229696

>>550228626
>Now approaching christmas holidays. Nini.s birthday is December 11th. a month after Hanna's. If I recall correctly it was a Sunday that year.
>Daughter wants to get her a gift with her own money.
>Nini made my daughter and I little friendship bracelets for my daughter's birthday last month.
>Hanna cried when hers broke_
>I totally cried when mine broke too. I still have it somewhere. actually.
>I take Hanna to the mall after school one day to find a gift for Nini.
>She finds this adorable hair clip with a butterfly on it. Nini loves butterlies.
>Hanna insists that she use her own allowance to pay for it.
>I get Nini a little plastic necklace that has an N on it.
>Hanna gives Nini the presents on friday.
>Monday after school Hanna tells me Nini's parents found the gifts and got mad at her.
>She got beaten because of those gifts.
>Feel like shit, feel responsible for causing that little girl pain, cry my eyes out.
>I hear a knock at my door that evening.
>It's Nini's father.
>Throws the gifts at my face. or what's left of them.
>They are all broken.
>He spits on me and calls me a freak.
>Resisting every urge in my body telling me to beat the ever-loving shit out of the guy.
>Try to talk to him.
>No dice.
>Tells me to stay away

Hanna and Nini remain friends but I don't see her again for another 5 years. Over the course of those years, she would write me cute little hand-made cards for my birthdays, and My daughter and I would bake her things for hers. Food was our go-to gift since Nini could eat the evidence. I got a real job over the course of those 5 years, I worked as a cook at a popular restaurant. I worked the mornings, 7-4 every day. so that I could get up with my daughter and spend time with her after school.

butwaittheresmore.exe

Anonymous (ID: HtLON1wZ 06/08/14(Sun)14:02:01 No.550228949 ► >>550229138 >>550229696

>>550228812
>Sometimes Nini's parents came to my restaurant. They would come with like 6 other indians, apparently they all lived together, and her parents were living off of the others like leeches, not working.
>One day I come home from work. and I hear voices coming from my daughter's room.
>Open the door. get on the floor. everybody walk the dinosaur. Nah, just fucking with you, could you imagine?
>I knock on the door.
>"Come in daddy"
>Nini and Hanna playing video games
>She's beautiful. She was kind of a pudgy kid. but she's thinned out. she's got long hair in a braid down her back. I remember how nice it was to see them together. and how hinny it was. the contrast between their hair. My daughter's was short and golden.
>Nini practically squeals when she sees me. runs over and gives me a big hug.
>Her family is gone all day so she has the day to hang out with friends.
>I let them have fun.
>She comes down at around 5:30 and my daughter takes a bunch of weird stuff out of my fridge.
>Nini and Hanna make us all a nice indian dinner.
>lt tasted horrible, but I ate every fucking bite. td have eaten a truck load of that crap just for the smile Nini and Hanna had on their faces.
>Try to ask Nini to pass me something, she's too busy talking to Hanna to hear.
>Tap her shoulder and she flinches in pain. ,Sorry sir. I have a bruise there".
>Day continues as normal.
>While driving Nini home. I turn to her and I tell her if she's ever in trouble or needs somewhere to go, she can always come stay with us.
>Her parents get jobs finally, so Nini comes over every day and I take her home at 5. It was nice. I was starting to love her like she was my own.
>Wife says I shouldn't encourage them because Nini's family is trouble and I'm going to get in trouble.
>respectfully tell wife to fuck off.
>On my Saturdays off I would take the girls out to the mall or for lunch or really anywhere. Shit was good for a long time until the summer.

Anonymous (ID: HtLON1wZ ) 06/08/14(Sun)14:03:35 No.550229138 ► >>550229359 >>550229596

>>550228949
>Nini was just like any other girl. She talked about cute boys. listened to Nsync, loved animals.
>I took the girls to the zoo one day and they were just amazed.
>Nini loved the big cats the most.
>The summer rolled around. One day Nini spent all day at our place. When I drove her home that day, I knew it was gonna be a bad night.
>I saw the cop cars and my heart started beating.
>Nini starts having an anxiety attack. She knows what's coming.
>I stop the car at her house. Nini grabs my hand. and starts crying as her mom walks out the front door and points us out to the cops.
>She looks at me. "Please don't leave. She's going to hurt me. Please."
>I didn't get arrested again. but I told the cops about Nini's abuse. and honestly, I regretted it.
>The cops talked to the parents about what I said but they ultimately didn't do anything.
>My daughter tells me that Nini came to school with a black eye the next day.
>Consider taking my own army rifle to their house and murdering them all
>Reconsider. I want to protect Nini and I love her like my own daughter. but I can't do anything for her or my own family if I'm in jail for the rest of my life.
>A week later I hear someone pounding on my door. It wakes me up. actually. It was around 1 in the morning.
>It's Nini. Her lip is cut and swollen. She's in her Pajamas.
>I hug her and take her into my house and start tending to her cut in the kitchen.
>Hanna and wifey come downstairs. Hanna is holding Nini's hand and comforting her. the wife is yelling at me demanding I send Nilaya home. it's just chaos.
>Finally we agree to call the police.
>Police officers tell me that they're sorry. but they have no choice. They legally have to bring Nini home.
>Nini, Hanna and I beg the cop to reconsider. Nini is clinging to me for protection.

Anonymous (ID. HtLON1wZ 06/08/14(Sun)14:05:16 No.550229359 ► >>550229696 >>550229835 >>550230110 >>550230114 >>550230326 >>550230767

>>550229138
>Cop is sympathetic. but ultimately we have no choice.
>Nini is hysterical when they take her away.
>I tell her it's gonna be ok.
>That was the worst lie I have ever told in all my life.
>her mother quit her job and began being the jailer from hell.
>Nini was forbidden from leaving the house unsupervised unless it was for school.
>Nini would call our house at 1 AM every night like clockwork. just for someone to talk to. My daughter and I would be there for her.
>At schools her mom dropped her off in the mornings right at the bell. took her home at lunch, and picked her up after school.
>CPS is useless. They said there's no evidence of any abuse going on at that time, they told me that what I was calling abuse was just "cultural misunderstandings". Fucking bullshit.
>Nini would write me letters and give them to Hanna during school. I would always reply and send my reply with my daughter to school.
>For Hanna's 13th birthday. Nini gave her a CD for some boy band she liked. I forget which one, probably Nsync but I dont know.
>On Nini's birthday. she called us at 1 AM as usual. We sang happy birthday to her through the phone. and she was so happy.
>Ever since CPS investigated them. things have been getting worse.
>Her mom tells her that she shames the family by being friends with white people and liking white boys and flirting with old white men, threatens her. says if she humiliates her again she'll kill her.
>She gets caught on the phone one night between christmas and new years.
>Lock installed on her door. She's forced to pee herself some nights because she's locked in her room.
>Lose my mind after I hear this. Go over to their house with my old army rifle, bang on the door, fire the rifle in the air, and just scream at Nini's family. I tell the dad if they hurt that little girl again I would come over to his house and shoot him dead That day is the biggest regret of my life.

Anonymous (ID: HtLON1wZ) 06/08/14(Sun)14:15:57 No.550230767 ► >>550231156 >>550231253 >>550231362 >>550231452 >>550231809>>550229359 >>550230114 >>550230326

>Get my ass kicked by like 6 cops. arrested. charged with assault and a new other things.
>Nini's dad.

I'm fucking shaking typing this.

I'm so angry it's unreal.

It's her dad's fault and I get that, but I blame myself so much.

Honestly considered killing myself for years after, because of what he did in response to that day. '

>Nini's dad calls her a whore. thinks I'm acting like this because I'm sleeping with her or something.
>Says she's a defiled worthless slut now
>Her first time experiencing anything sexual was when her father raped her. I don't know the details. I dont want to know the details. But I know it was violent.
>Don't see her for awhile. She stops writing me letters.
>She tells my daughter every day that she's suicidal.
>Hands my daughter a letter one day. tells her not to read it until she gets home.

"(Hanna) and (Anon), thank you so much for everything. You two did everything for me. You two loved me so much and treated me like family. I thought my family was normal but Mr. (Anon) showed me that someone can love me without hurting me. Mr. (Anon) I love you so much, thank you for loving me. (Hanna) you're my best friend and I'll miss you forever. Even though I'm breathing though, I'm not alive anymore. I stole my dads pills. Tonight rm gonna swallow them all Goodbye (Hanna), Mr (Anon). I love you..


thread 404'd. so I'm gonna finish the story here.


>Immediately call cops.
>Rifle was taken by cops when I was arrested. still don't have it back.
>Ring up army buddy. tell him the quick version.
>Tell him to bring his gun.
>Hanna and I run to the car. drive off, wife doesn't know wtf is going on.
>Get there. as I get out of the car two cop cars roll up.
>Ambulance arrives a minute later.
>They grab her. put her on the stretcher and take her to the hospital.
>Tell cops everything. while Nini's parents are screaming.
>My friend arrives, runs over to me.
>Nini's rapist fuck of a father comes over to me and shouts in my face about how its all my fault.
>Cannot resist.
>Punch him in his cunt face. break his nose. manage to punch him three more times before officers grab me.
>Three officers. my friend, and one paramedic cannot hold me back. I get loose again and charge at him.
>Cops had to beat me down with batons and cuff me or else I'd have beaten him to death. I'm in a jail cell, my body aches. I broke two knuckles on rapist's jaw, but when I get the call that Nini survived, I smiled.
>On the hospital bed. Nini confesses to the doctor why site tried to kill herself.
>FINALLY. parents are taken to court.
>Lacking any other family in this country. and since she can't stay at her home. she is allowed to stay with us.
>Thought things would be smooth sailing from there.
>Nope.
>She suffers from horrible nightmares every night. has panic attacks like 10 times a day. the simplest shit will trigger her
>We pay out the ass for a psychologist for her.
>She has PTSD worse than some WW2 vets I've known.
>She tries to kill herself three more times.
>things are bad. but the situation in the courtroom looks good.
>Her dad gets sentenced to 2 years in jail. My wife and I become her foster parents.

I had begun to think that maybe. we could all be happy.

Anonymous (ID:pLD9SIOR 06/08/14(Sun)14:50:15 No.550234818 ► >>550235184 >>550235261 >>S50235785 >>550237276 }}

>Nini begins calling me daddy. She took to it pretty quick, actually.
>The trial ends, it's over.
>For Nini's 14th birthday. I got her a beautiful necklace with real diamonds and a real Sapphire heart in the middle_
>51500 necklace.
>But sometimes there just isn't a happy ending.
>We got her to smile more and be happy again.
>The mother continued to harass her at every available opportunity.
>People at school teased her and called her a whore and said she was fucking me.
>Her only friend was my daughter which made the teasing worse. since everybody called her a lesbian.
>Her depression returns.
>its now post 9/11 and my Nini is brown.
>I don't know what the straw that broke the camels back actually was. But I know that April 7th. 2002 was the worst day of my life.
>Hanna was with her mother. My ex wife and I divorced earlier in the year, and Nini and I lived together in a new apartment, and I got Hanna on weekends.
>On that day. I came home and found the note.

No more greentext.

I am not going to read you guys the note. It's too personal. I walked into her room. The door was open. She had been dead for at least an hour. She hung herself. I cut her down. and just sat on her bed, cuddling and holding her lifeless body, crying and telling her I'm so sorry for failing her, for not being there, for not saving her. I didn't call the cops until I had been there for at least 2 hours. And when they came, they had to pry Nini away from my me.

Nilaya, my sweet, precious little Nini, I dont give a fuck that we had no blood between us, or that we were different skin colors, OR that we came from different religious backgrounds. You were, and you always will be, my daughter. And I love you so much. And I'm sorry I failed you.