BEGINNING OF IT ALL
I could hear the voice of my father yelling at my mother, glass shattering every 5 minutes my mother had ran out of the room said take the phone run in the bathroom,lock the door if daddy comes in call 9-1-1 and yell help. I was only 5 I didn't really know what was going on? I could only see how scared my mother was I knew that something was wrong. I grabbed the phone ran in the bathroom and locked the door jut like my mom had told me to. I could hear the war going on upstairs. I hear a huge !BANG! Then silence. My little hands were shaking my heart racing tears down my face trying to be as quiet as I possibly could. I hear my father yelling Yasmin come out come out daddy's not going to hurt, I wasn't going to take any chance. So I climbed to the top of the closet in the bathroom and put the old dusty shoe boxes in front of me trying to make it look like before hiding my face. I heard my father knocking on the bathroom door jingling the door nob at the same time. Said baby open up daddy wants to see you princess. I said nothing I heard him walk away,so I had thought next thing u know I hear running and the bathroom door had flung open. My father had said where the fu*k are you he looked out the window and said "she ran away!" Kicked the sink and left upstairs. I quickly got down ran up to my room quietly got a big purse and put some cloths in it then left out of the bathroom window. Feeling fear and worrying about my mother.
That was the only memory I have of my father. That night I had went to my grandmothers house. She had seen the tears and shaking like crazy she looked frightened and opened the screen door to let me in. Yasmin what happened I just looked at my grandma and hesitated to answer. I took a huge deep breath and told her everything. My grandma gave me a hug and said oh dear,I'm glade you came to me. I told her about my mother and what she told me to do. My grandma called the cops gave them my address they checked the house out. They fond my mother had passed out from the abuse my father had put on her, the paramedics took her away to the hospital. They took my father to court, I had to talk to these people that worked for C.P.S a lady named Shannon asked me a whole bunch of questions about home, my family,and how I was treated at home. I was scared to talk knowing they might take me away from my home. I never thought my father would be so cruel,every night having to re live the experience continuously having the same dream. I stopped sleeping later on I was put on medication to help but it just made it worse.
I started school again 2nd grade was easy till everyone started asking me about my family and why my daddy never come to school when they had carrier day at school. I shrugged my shoulders and went back doing what I did best writing story's about my magical pony. 3rd,4th,and 5th grade was pretty much the same i had made new friends and learned some cool things like how to make a paper piñata 6th grade came along my grandmother became very ill and was in and out of the hospital. I started to get depressed and started crying when I spent the night alone knowing she needed me at the hospital with her.
