What really happened, to little April. (( Part 1: Completed!!! ))

Chapters 1 to 8

From the start, it’s a times. Hard to think about. Yes I’ve had it hard. When most people would say “ they would change things, if they could have. “  me honestly I wouldn’t change a thing. Because it’s what made me, who I am today. From a very young age. I knew something was different about me. From other kids, from other families. This simple thought, I never took for granted. I used this to help me get thru the years. The heart ache, pain, marks, and scars. I went thru it all. This may be a story, to help some. To have a piece of mind. Which that is a blessing. Because I am not or was not writing this. To indulge in what others done to me or towards me. At first, when I started writing this story. Because at one time. I honestly thought, I wouldn’t live. Live to tale the truth about everything. But now, I write this story. Because I believe in every situation. People have a voice. No matter if it’s a small child. Saying something was done to them wrong. To an adult finally realizing. That in all things. We can only control but so much.

So this is my story….

My tale…

Of a simple child. Growing up, thru a divorced family. That had a lot of physical, emotional, and mental abuse. With a very controlling mother, and a father that was never allowed around. Some may hate me or like me. After they read, my story. But at least I can say this.

THE TRUTH WILL BE TOLD. THRU MY OWN WORDS.

So sit back, and try to relax. It’s gonna be a long ride……..

Started 1997 till 2013.

Written by April leviner (- Stone ).

Chapter 1 - “ The Beginning of an Era. “

When I was little. I stayed in a small country town. Thru my eyes, it was the perfect little set up. Mom and dad worked at ( the only ) factory in town. Mom morning shift, & dad night shift. My dad was even on the factory baseball team. Everybody knew everybody. 

To this day, I don’t know how long it was. Before my parents decide to move us. Later on. In my life. I was told, that my mother was the one that wanted to move to Rockingham. Do to the fact that most of her family was there. Instead of in Biscoe, North Carolina. ( which that is where I was born. ) I thought it was normal. The way I was talking, acting and the clothes I wore. Until the day came, that I seen different. I was in the middle, of my second grade year, of school. It was right before Christmas. That I was taken out. And set on the ride, to my new home. In Rockingham, North Carolina. When we got to our new home. I loved it. The biggest back yard, that I ever had. I believe to this day. That the houses was just starting to be put up. Because at the time, we may have had only 3 or 4 neighbors. My dad had built a building in the back yard. Where he had put all his weights and dumb bells. I remember when he would lift weights. Me being young at the time. I would pretend to lift weights along with him. There’s not that much I can remember. Of me and my father, around this time. Except he was the one that taught me how to tie my shoes. How to throw my first basketball and baseball. The baseball ( to me ) was the funniest part. Because I was throwing ball with him, one day. And I was starting to get aggravated with myself. The balls I was supposed to be throwing. Wasn’t coming out the way I wanted them to. He told me then. “ Use that aggravation, and throw that ball at me. As hard as you can. “  And I really did. I had threw it so hard. That I almost broke his fingers on his right hand. ( his middle and third finger. ) I told him I was sorry about it. Even though I held a inner smile.

When I started going to the schools, in this area. Is when I found out what the word “ Bully “ was. I had a very strong ( at the time ) country accent. My clothes wasn’t any help. I was raised upon country music. Garth Brooks, Shania Twain, Tim McGraw and yes of coarse Billy Ray Cyrus. I knew nothing but the country way of liven. But, now!! Because of my parents. I was living fully in the city now. I was lost to everything. I go from hearing Clint Black, Neal McCoy, and Leann Rimes. To listing to Boyz 2 Men, Bone thugs and Harmony and the Fugges. It was a big change in my life. So most of the time, I was by myself. Not speaking, unless spoke to. But lets not get to far. I had one main bully, in my life. When I was more comfortable. Wearing clothes, that covered everything. With my hair always down. Mostly covering my face. My mother was the bully, that I lived with. 24/7.