Violetta

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*Alarm goes off* URGGHHH, I barely got any sleep last night, I honestly think that If I get out of bed today I will just fall asleep on the floor!

My alarm on my bedside table said 5:00am, which meant that I had around an hour before the younger twins wake up.

I slowly and unwillingly pulled the duvet off of me and got out of bed. After deciding what to wear out of the little clothing options I had, I then took a shower, brushed my teeth and went to the toilet and made sure that I didn't look completely disgusting. I checked the time as I quietly left my bedroom. 5:45am.

Realising that my mum and Stepdad were not awake right now, I relaxed. They were probably hungover in their room, I honestly don't care.

The funny thing is that I used to be super close with my mum, we would do everything together: Tell secrets, watch movies, play games. We were just overall really happy and close but then when I was around 7, she met Steve. He was really kind to me and her at first and I believed that he would make my mother happy and become a father to me. Oh how wrong and naive I was. They got married soon after and when I was 8, my mother gave me two younger siblings:Izzy(Izabela) and Zak(Izak).

That's when Steve started getting into fights and drinking alcohol. He became abusive to my mum. I didn't know that then and thought we were all some big happy family. I only noticed something different when the twins were around 1 and Steve came into the house completely drunk, walked up to my mum, slapped her round the face then walked off upstairs with a bottle of bourbon in his hand. I wasn't really sure what happened as I was only 9 but still knew that he should not have just slapped my mother. My mum had a red handprint on her left cheek, I was furious. So I decided to storm upstairs and give him a piece of my mind, I was about halfway up the stairs when my mother pulled me back down and told me to forget about it. I figured she had sorted it out as no one said anything the next morning.

Then when the twins were 2, my mother gave birth to my new baby sister: Gabby(Gabriela). I was 10 at the time and started becoming more aware of our living situation. Steve clearly didn't care about any of us, maybe mum but still only a little bit. I decided That I would help mum out with the kids. Every night, my mother would hand me my three baby siblings and walk to her bedroom. I could hear them arguing everynight.

After another 2 years passed and I was 12, my mother gave birth to another set of twins: Ella(Daniela) and Danny(Daniel). It was around this time, I realised that mum gave up. She was no longer around to care for me or the kids and probably couldn't care less about what happens to us. Steve convinced my mother to start drinking and using drugs, like him. This meant that bills were not being paid as they were not turning up to work.

Not many people would hire a 12 year old, as they thought I was immature and doing this as a joke and won't take it seriously. Luckily, I met the sweetest middle aged lady ever while I was walking around town and searching for some sort of job. Her name is Maggie. She saw me wandering around and asked me if I was okay, I then explained to her how desperate I was for a job and she told me that she owned a bakery and let me have a job there as a waitress. I was and still am extremely grateful for what she did.

I used this money to pay for bills and use the leftover money for food. The lady next door provided us with clothes and baby things as she knew we didn't have much money and that we had 5 young children. They werent brand new as she used them for her children and grand children when they were younger but we were still thankful.

Steve and Aurelie (To be honest she doesn't deserve for me to call her mum anymore) were never around and when they were, they were in their room hungover. I cared for my siblings like my own children and Did whatever I could to give them a somewhat normal life and let them know they are loved.