Now I'm not sure how to even start this. So let's start when the fights started. I remember the fights, or the first one that was shown to me. Was when I was seven.
When I came home from St.Matt's(My old school.) I saw my parents fighting, now mind you I was seven. They just screamed and swore and I cried because I didn't kniw what to do. My parents always got along and I just thought we were fine. And later my father threw our computer on the floor and my mom called the cops. It shattered on the floor and glass was everywere. After the cops came my dad was thrown around and just had a ticket. He stayed and we pretended that everything was 'normal'.
I don't know why I'm sharing this now but I want to know if you guys want to actually hear my story that is still happening. Just let me know what you want to hear. I know that people have it worse but if I share, it could make others help with all of this.
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The Story of Me.
Non-FictionThank you all for 1K views! I thought I was a boring person, looks like you proved me wrong. This is the story of me. What you'll be reading is my life story. And it's real. It's what I go through, Every. Single. Day. And at times it may be sad and...
