When we were seven i still pretty much lived with harry but i slept at my house.
me and harry though were still the best in eachother.
i still got beat everyday harry still waited along the gate for me it was the sam routine
harry always wanted to do something but knew he couldnt because he was only 7
he always swore to me that he would get that house torn down someday.
me and harry grew up we were known as the trouble twins
our birthdays were only a day apart so when it was our birthdays we celebrated on his since he was a day older.
we shared the partys his mum would throw us.
they were usually so huge.
i wonder why his mum treated me so nicely and that she took me in after my mum died
maybe becasue she felt bad>
maybe my mum asked her to i thought but now that i know the answer im glad she did or else i could have died to!!!!
my mum was the best that i could have asked for she was always loving and always there for me when i needed her.
to this day i still look back and think she was such a good mother.
when i turned 10
one day i was coming home with harry and crying cause as my father aged he used not his hands put other things to hurt me.
and it would hurt more.
my father was also a drunk!!!!
and a smoker
so he was just horible
when i was ten i was coming home crying i stoped along the fence and harry dried my tears for me and said good luck.
little did i know that day something was going to happen to harry!
