life story

the beginning

The beginning.... from the start of my life before i was in pre k, i remember me, dad, mom, and my brother G (using initials) lived in a condo on the beach. Everything was going good untill i started figuring out who my family really was. After struggling financially to stay in the beach house we had to move in with my great grandma. Everything was good untill my dad one day had us in the back of his car, not sure wear we were going or what we were doing because i was very young i still havnt even started pre k yet. My dad was in a high speed chase but i think he might have been under the influence knowing him but i'm not sure. Cops were all behind him... like 20 of them and more and more kept coming but he didn't pull over because he didn't want the police to take us and call cps or dcf and have us taken away. The cops were on the microphone telling him to pull over but he was taking us to our great grandmas house so they couldn't take us. We arrived and he took us inside and told them to keep us safe then he surrendered and off he went to jail. I remember us being on the news because of it. After he got out my mom and dad had gotten back together and had gotten a apartment with us too but my dad changed. He started beating on my mom and stuff and i think they still stayed together, they had gotten into a fight and my mom had left for work. While my mom was at work my dad was watching us and he had went to take us to see the light house but on the way there of course he was on some stuff. Me and my brother were in the back seat unrestrained and flying around the back seat as he was swerving. Soon we had stopped at a red light and my dad had passed out at the wheel while waiting for it to turn green. Me and my brother tried everything to wake him up because the light had turned green. We were flipping the handles that are above the window on the roof, shaking him, yelling his name. Nothing. Luckily my dad had his window rolled down and the car next to us reached his arm in our car and tapped him and said "wake up bro the lights green." My dad had woke up and started driving and later that same witness had called the cops and my mom had gotten a phone call and had to come pick us up and she had told me the cops had to pull him out of the window which they could have just unlocked the door and gotten him out easier but. I can't really remember much after that but not that long after, we were all in our rooms doing our own things i think i was about 3 someone had came over. They sounded familiar but i couldn't pick out who it was and to this day i still don't know who it was. I remember them coming over and me and my brother getting locked into our rooms. I was confused but i wasn't really paying attention untill i started hearing banging.. then screaming.. and it just kept repeating. I was so scared. But me and my brothers room were right infront if each others so i looked under the door crack and infront if me i seen my brother G doing the same thing. From G's point of view he had seen green stuff leaking from the bathroom door crack because that's wear my mom and whoever she was with was fighting. After more yelling i heard the door slam my mom had opened me and my brothers door and when we came out, furniture was flipped, lamps broken, and blood drips on the floor. My mom was pacing and shaking in the living room biting her nails. I was still so clueless but i wouldn't understand because i was practically still a baby. Later my dad had came back and started beating on my mom again but my mom had gotten arrested because my dads side of the family had blamed it on my mom and my mom had no one to back her up. a couple years later like 2 years possibly my mom had been drinking and was chasing one of her boy friends i can't remember who or i would have given a backstory but she was chasing them also under the influence and had flipped the car all the way around so it had landed on its back. i was in the worst condition. I had a fractured skull, broken leg, broke 13 bones in my face, and had bit half way through the side of my tongue and i still have the scar at 14 years old. I also had to get 5 pins in my leg to help my bones stay in place. My brother had a deflated lung and i think my mom was fine. i was put in a half body cast when we arrived at the hospital. I can't remember what happened there but because of that my mom had to live with a roommate. The roommate was my Aunt D...