Prologue

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To everyone else my parents seemed happy. Slowly their marriage was falling apart. I, Nicki slowly started to realize it. My father wasn't home as often. I was only two, but remembered every bit of it as I grew older. My mom started seeing someone across the street. He wasn't good. Ike was never good news. My mom seen him as a new begging tho. Someone who could be "our father" or whatever. The closer they got the closer I got to being my own mother . I was only eight at this time. They argued often, and it never resulted good. I have memories of him hitting her, but she always denied it. I don't know why, but no matter what she thought he was good for us. For my sister and I. We hated him. He was trying to be our father when we already had one that would do anything for us, and seen often. Nobody liked Ike. Nobody in our family anyway. Always arguing with mom putting her through shit she don't need to be put through. And then one day she was finally done. Kept asking me if he touched me. I didn't have no memory of it at the time.

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