Being Southern-Rose.

Chapter one.

Everyone seems to think being pretty is enough.. Believe me, it isn't. This is the story of my life, as honest as the bible, every last word..

"Daddy, Daddy, please don't go." I screamed, making sure the people taking him would hear me loud and clear. Ever since I was born, I thought the world of my father, I didn't care he was apart of the mongrel mob, had Bulldog's on his face and despised people just because they were of the opposite gang. It made me feel protected, and I knew no one would ever hurt me with him around, when, he was around. I had to cherish every second I had with him because he would come and go as he pleased. Until now, I knew he wasn't coming back, he had already been to jail a million times for shit like theft, drugs, robbery, harm to others and everything else people could think of. I was eight at the time and knew stuff I shouldn't at my age. I knew dad would beat my mum constantly because he had fucked up, went around rooting hoes because my mum wasn't satisfying him. But it all seemed normal, I didn't know any other lifestyle. This was the life I lived.