I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Dakota. I'm 15 so I'm a sophomore in high school. Ever since I could remember my parents have beat me. My dad would throw beer bottles at my head sometimes and push my down to the ground and beat me until I was unconscious. My mom would just be drinking in the background and handing him more bottles. She would slap me and call me a "little fucking whore." I looked so much like my mom. Blonde hair with aqua eyes. My mom was in college until she married my dad. He thought now that she's married that she didn't need a education she would just stay home and take care of the little babies. Well there was only one and it was me. I'm kinda glad that I didn't have any little siblings, because I would see the same abuse that happened to me go onto them.
I told one of my friends about the abuse and she told CPS (child protection system.) I was just so happy to get put of that hellhole of a house.
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Surviving the boys (&girls)
Teen FictionWhen Dakota goes to a new home. She learns that the lady has 10 sons and 3 daughters. She wonders how she'll make it.
