Tornado

A little broken

To tell you about my story, I must first tell you of another. My biological mother was born into a family of eight, her being the eldest. It was the typical "dysfunctional" family what with all her siblings having different baby daddy's, having many "step-dads", being in and out of foster care, the works.
One of the men her mother preyed upon whom my mother was supposed to trust, as daughters do to fathers, took advantage of this trust and raped her and molested her many different times. A baby girl (who was later adopted) was the result of this abuse, yet her mother never believed her.
This abuse and neglect caused my biological mother to form many trust issues. After a couple of failed marriages (mostly resulted from her need for love), steered her to an especially unstable man, my biological father. I call him Mike.
I haven't seen him in person since I was maybe eleven months old. My dad came into the picture soon after my little sister was born and that was it. I was destined to be his baby girl.