Destroying her

Backstory

Allies POV
Life was never beautiful I knew that I learned a long time ago.
I guess I should explain how everything started before I tell you about the biggest but greatest mistake of my life.

     Life was never easy I know that now.
I was born July 19th of 2002 to my mother Ann and father Daren. My mother a cheating abusive whore and my father and drunk. Now I know your thinking that's a terrible way to describe the people that gave you life but I promise they deserve the tittles. I used to think my mother was amazing the best mom in the world and maybe she could have been if she wasn't so selfish. And my father I loved more than life but doing that would only hurt me in the end but this isn't the point this isn't my big mistake though that came from loving as well. Growing up wasn't easy and I don't mean in the typical sense. I never lived in the same place for long I went to a lot of different schools to say the least. But I guess that's part of the journey or whatever. My earliest memory is of the night my parents finally gave up on each other. I was 3 and remember that part about my dad being a drunk this was the first time I learned it. My dad had to go to work but he couldn't drive so my mom had to take him after she had been at work all day. My dad as pre usual had his long day of drinking while supposed to be watching me. Anyways we were in the car on the freeway driving to my dads work and my mom and dad were arguing in the front seat and I went to cut in and my dad called me a little bitch and my mom screamed at him not to call me that again and I think that was the straw that broke the camels back because she kicked my dad out of the car in the middle of the freeway. I remember she cried the entire way home. When we got back to our little apartment she got me in my pajamas and told me it was time for bed so we crawled in bed and I fell asleep to the low volume of the tv. I awoke to hear my mom crying so hard in the bed next to me I turned over and hugged her it was the first time I had ever seen her cry. We then fell asleep, I think about that now and wonder what happened to that person who had defended her daughter to the point she lost the man she loved. Now I know your probably thinking every mom would do that for her kid but like I said she wasn't alway a bad person. That was the night I realized one thing that love brings sadness though I didn't realize that as a little 3 year old I realized when I was 8.