The pupa

Abandoned

Just like superheroes and villains, killers always have a tragic backstory. All the documentaries on serial killers mention about how they were beaten, molested, or traumatized in some way. My whole life is filled with trauma. I wish that was a hyperbolic statement.
When my father was still in prison my mom was staying with her friend Cathy. She started to date their mutual friend James. Which pissed Cathy off because she also had a crush on James.  Naturally Cathy kicked my mom out with all four of us kids. James was living with his parents in a trailer so that wasn't an option.  The next door neighbors Chris and Tasha had a big three story house and offered to let us stay there. I was 8 years old at the time. My sister Sam was 6 so we both had school.
The landlord had found out we were staying there and said we had to leave. My mom not knowing what to do had people in her ear convincing her to give me and Sam up for adoption.
She couldn't do that legally without my dad agreeing and he refused.  The adoption people told her about this Masonic home where you can just drop your kids off until you got your shit together. They can't be adopted out basically the kids just live there till their parents come to get them or they turn 18. 
I remember she took me and Sam in a van and said we were going on a trip.  We got to this place and a lady walked us around the campus. At the end of the tour she bent down gave us hugs and kisses then said she loved us and left.  No explanation or even how long we would be staying.  That place was ran by prison rules and being so young I hardly could watch out for myself, but I had my little sister to take care of too.  I remember someone had stolen something of my little sister's and I hunted them down.  It was one of the older girls. I Was so scared but I had to confront her.  I had to make a statement that the Crumb girls aren't to be fucked with. My hands were so clammy and every muscle in my body had pins and needles. I ran up to this girl yelled that's not yours and punched her as hard as I could right in her nose. Found out later I broke it. I ran away grabbed Sam and hid in the linen closet the rest of the night.
We spent close to six months there. When my dad got out of prison he had to fight in court to get us out of there. Me and Sam lived with him and his parents for a couple weeks. Then my mom brought my two younger sisters and asked him to take care of them till she got back on her feet.