My Love

Chapter (one)

  My name is Ellie Dasher and I lost my mom when I was 10, got pregnant at 15 and had a baby at 16. As you can see my life hasn't been the best. When my mom died I got put in an orphanage then got adopted a couple days later. When I got adopted I was upset I didn't want a new family. My dad was unknown and never knew who he was so my only option was to go to an orphanage. So anyway once I got adopted it started out not that bad. I lived with a couple who treated me well. About a month or two later my step dad's girlfriend left him. So he blamed it on me. He said I didn't do anything around the house to help and had a bad attitude so he smacked my not too hard but it left a mark. From there it got worse he'd start hitting me over little things like leaving a glass on the table. Then a couple more months he started hitting me to the point I'd pass out. He never went as far sexually harassing me.

     At least not until four years later, when I was getting home from school I walked in the door. I had to stay after school for a couple hours for an art project. He didn't like that very much. He had a rule that I had to be home thirty minutes after school ended everyday so I was pretty late. When I got home he smacked, punched, and kicked me. I passed out a couple minutes later. Next thing I know I woke up to being carried in someone's arms. I was placed on a bed and I felt my shirt being tugged off. I then knew what was happening. I tried to push and kick him off me. But I wasn't strong enough. I only ate two times a week. Then my jeans were being pulled off. I was crying and trying to scream. He put a sock in my mouth to muffle my screams. It worked apparently. No one came to help me. He left me like twenty minutes later. It was the worst twenty minutes of my life.

     A couple weeks later and he hasn't done it again. I started getting very nauseous. I thought I just had a stomach bug or something. Then I started getting fatter. I then knew something was wrong because I Barely ate anything so it was impossible I was gaining weight. I stole a couple dollars from my step dad, went to the drugstore and bought a pregnancy test while I was in  school. I went back to school and went to the bathroom, took the test and it turned out I was pregnant. By then I knew I couldn't stay there. I needed to be somewhere good, somewhere where I could be healthy. So I waited about a week. My step dad always kept a good bit of money away in his side drawer so when he went away for work I packed all my things which wasn't very much and took all his money. I counted about one thousand dollars which would be plenty to get me a bus ticket,  apartment and some food. I knew he wouldn't try and find me, he didn't care about me  he wouldn't care I left. So I went about 50 miles from my house and found an apartment. It was a very cheap one. But it was better than nothing. Then I found a job at a diner right down the road from my apartment. And about 7 months later I gave birth to a girl named Emilie Rose Dasher.

     I'm now 18 and my daughter is now three years old. I'm still living in the same apartment from four years ago. Still working at the same diner from four years ago. I didn't go back to school. I dropped out a couple of weeks before I gave birth. When I'm at work I take Emilie with me. The manager Rosa, which I consider her my mother. She's amazing. She always asks if I need anything. She cooks me meals and brings them to my apartment. I love her like I loved my biological mom.

     That's how the first 18 years of my life went .
     What's next to come?