Tough Love

Introduction

Hey y'all my name is jasmine Hayes and I am going to tell you a little about TOUGH LOVE. Let me start from the beginning, I've been getting tough love for as long as I could remember. I used to get abused and touched by my grandfather joe, as a kid when my mom died he was the only relative that the authorities could find.
I had to move in with him, around the age of Thirteen I started developing tities and a ass. I've seen pictures of my mom and she had a body on her just a little more thicker than me. I know your probably wondering where is my dad, but we will get to that in a second. Anyways so my body grown more up until the age of fifteen.
All the boys would stare sometimes even run and touch my butt but I didn't care. My grandfather would touch me every night, or beat me. I would go to school with bruises on my face or legs and arms. People would stare so I started wearing baggy clothes to cover up my marks. At around the age of sixteen, a Anonymous tip got around to the authorities that they thought I was being beaten at home. Eventually I had talk to them and tell them the truth, so that's what I did.
As for my grandfather he got arrested for child endangerment and sexual abuse.
I got sent to foster care for about a month or so until they found my dad. Now as for my dad, I never really knew him growing up he was never in my life as a kid. I would always wonder why he wasn't there but eventually I gave up and moved on with life as it was. I had to go stay with him the car ride was silent well I should say I was silent he tried talking to me but I didn't want to hear it. Since I was only sixteen he had to buy me a phone and new clothes and send me to school.
He lives in L.A. in a nice penthouse with a wife and kids. I'm not gone lie I was mad, I was angry at him. When we got into the house he introduced me to everyone aka my brothers and sisters. I had a older sister that was eighteen and a older brother who was seventeen and a younger sister who was only six. He walked me up stairs and showed me my room I instantly closed the door and locked it. All I would do is go to school and home back into my room for the past few weeks.
Everyone would try and talk to me but shit I ain't want to talk to none of them, I was still so angry I didn't want to be there.
But as time past I couldn't stay mad for long I was depressed and wouldn't eat drink I barely even slept at night. All I would do was cry until my eyes was big and puffy the next day. I eventually let my dad in and he told me the truth and the truth was he never knew about me. According to him my mother never told him she had a child after they had broken up. He said he didn't know about me until the social services got in contact with him. So I decided to give him a chance and he's actually a really great dad. I love him. I told him everything that the man did to me and cried in his arms and all he did was hug me.