life story

Third Grade (mom and Uncle B and aunt K)

We had to move when i was going into third grade not sure why though we probably got evicted. We still went to the same school but we didn't live as close so we had to take a bus. It was during the summer though so we didn't have to worry about that quite yet. The house was big and beautiful. My grandma finally had her own room but still spent most of her time in the living room watching NCIS drinking dr pepper. Still surrounded by her books. Me and G had our own room but my mom didn't she just slept in the couch. Later our neighbors had brought us our cat silky we kept her inside for a little bit then started letting her outside. I was scared because i thought she was going to run away. My mom was still a drunk and the welfare checks kept going. I think my mom got scared and cps had gotten suspicious and she started hiding her bottles in our room. My brother was cleaning his room and had found a little vodka bottle and showed me. I asked if we should bring it to my grandma because she would get very mad at my mom. We never told grandma if we found bottles ever we would just dump them out but we were sick of it and showed her. She set it in the middle of the table and waited for my mom to get home. They bickered for a little bit but nothing big. At this house we started riding our bikes a lot more. we would ride it to the library or to the fire station because they had events that would happen for the kids. We also would go to Walgreens which scared me to because that's wear she would get the alcohol. The worst place we had to ride our bikes to was win dixie or Publix it was so far away. My little legs would hurt so much but that's how we got our food. In the way there we would stop at a INN and my moms friend lived there and we would stay there sometimes. T started coming over and we started going over there. He lived in apartments so they had community pools we would swim in. We only went in them a couple times. A couple weeks later my grandma had died from a bad UTI. She got them often and i guess her body was sick of it. After at her funeral i wasn't affected at all i didn't feel sad i didn't grieve nothing. I played tag with my little cousin and brother at the back of her funeral. I feel bad that was so wrong of me at least i could have sat there and looked sad. We started going to T's more but the last time we went there my mom was mad and sitting outside and told us to get ready to leave. I was scared because i didn't want to be with her alone. I asked her why we had to leave and she said ask him and looked at T. I looked at T with the saddest eyes with tears starting to fill and he just shook his head and looked sad at me. My mom had called a uber and took us home. After that she started seeing M more. Of course i was mad because i didn't want him to be my step dad. During the summers we would visit my dads and his side of the family for a week or 2 the last time that year we visited our cps worker had picked us up from school and took us to him,  he told me that he was going to be in jail for a long time i didn't know what he ment so i didn't really care but he got locked up for 3 or 4 years. I would cry when we had to come back but they thought it was because i was going to miss them but it was because i didn't want to live here. After a couple days of coming back we found a vodka bottle and dumped it out. My mom had seen and spazzed out and chased my brother around the house. My brother came to my room and hid between the wall and my dresser. My mom asked me wear he was and i told her i didn't know with my shaky voice but she heard him panting. She took her hand and swiped everything that was on my dresser onto my 9 year old brothers head. My snow globe, jewelry box with 5 pounds of jewelry in it,  papers, perfume, art supplies, everything. That night M had came over. My mom had warned about him saying he takes inappropriate pictures of her while she's passed out or sleeping and does through her phone and sends them to her other guy friends saying that they did this to her and look how drunk you made her and etc. So when they both were asleep in the morning we took my moms phone and hid it under my brothers pillow. He had came into our room and asked if we seen our moms phone. We had said "why do you want it?" and he said "give me it" we said "no" and he had picked my brother up from the back of his shirt on the collar part got the phone and dropped him. I was scared and ran to my room. A couple days later we went to the store thank god though we didn't have to ride our bikes because he had a car. As we were in the store me and G were a couple feet behind my mom and he put his hands on our shoulder and dug his fingers into the pressure points of our backs and shove us and it hurt so very bad. He did it every time we went to the store even though we weren't far from our mom, we could have been in his way and he would have done the same thing. We started going to his house which was a RV in the middle of the woods. Creepy setting but didn't think about it. he had 2 bedrooms one wasn't even a room it was smaller than a closet. It was just 2 bunk beds in a corner with a door. His room was a king size bed with a tv and night stands with a door. That's where my mom and him slept most of the time. He had warned us when we started visiting that he didn't have a bathroom so we would have to go outside. It was weird and felt so akward but i had gotten used to it. We couldn't wipe though because he didn't have toilet paper and i was scared i was going to die from a UTI like my grandma. He had a room in his RV that was always shut and i opened it and there was a toilet and a bathtub and a sink. I had told him "so you do have a bathroom" and he had said "yea?" and i said "you said you didn't have one" and he said "i never said that" but yet he had seen us peeing outside and not say anything if you have a bathroom? One time he was bringing us back home from his house and we decided to stop at a store to go pee since "he didn't have a bathroom" and i didn't have to go but my mom and brother did. I sat in the car with him and i was playing in my moms phone. I look over and he smiling at me and starts brushing my hair behind my ear and i was weirded out but didn't do anything and i went back to playing in my moms phone. When we got back to our house my mom was still in the car and me and him were in the living room and i think my brother was in his room. He started talking to me about sex and what it does and things like that then my mom had walked in and he said "your moms going to have to talk more about that with you" and i was like ok? i didn't ask but ok. Not that long after i heard screaming and banging and i go out my room and see my mom throwing stuff at M and i was confused and she walked up to him and started pushing him out the front door as he was going how she shut the door on him and he pushed it back and it hit her in her eye and gave her a black eye. after he left we were all crying and hugging her and she had said he stole 200$ from her which was all our money. My mom didn't have a dollar to her name. We had to move because since my grandma died we had no way of getting anymore money to survive so we moved in with my aunt and uncle who lived ways away. They lived in lecanto so we were going to a different school. It wasn't bad living there at all. One day we had to clean our room and i had found a thing of pills. Tradazone. i don't know if that's how you spell it. I layer it in the counter because i'd didn't know what i was supposed to do with it, later my mom was crying and i found out she had tried to over dose on it. Tradazone is a sleeping pill, and i felt so guilty because if i wouldn't have layed it out she probably wouldn't have done it. After that i gave her a hug and she got taken to the hospital, later she got arrested again for violation of probation because she was somewhat drunk when he was taken into the hospital. Now it was just me and my brother living with my uncle and aunt and this is when they changed. We had to do everything for them. They had 6 kittens, 2 cats, 5 dogs, and a wolf, and a fish. We had to feed them all and as we would feed them they would bark and meow and you could hear there claws on the floor. It was really loud and after they hear your alarm clock they would howl and bark so loud it would wake up my aunt and uncle and we would get in trouble. They also had us cook them dinner one time while they say in their bed watching tv, a 3rd and 4th grader cooking spegetti... My uncle had a job wear he would build well we chose to build. My aunt needed a office for her new business she created and we had to help build it, well WE did build it. My uncle just told us what to do and we did it. We crawled under the building and connected the power wires for the phone lines and dug wholes for the power stuff and everything. We power washed the utility room that was behind it and everything. We also had a jacuzzi. My uncle wanted a pool cover like a pavilion and we built it. We carried bags of cement dumped it in the holes after we dug them and filled it up with water. We also had to dig up worms and dirt for the drains so it wouldn't flood by there house. They often had us drive there golf carts up and down the streets to do errands for them. We drove them around in their back yard a lot as well to pick up sticks and what ever even though it was deep down in the woods so no one would even see them. We basically were there alone the whole time because no body was ever there. When they were there which was rarely ever or only at night or in the evening time, they would find one little thing that we did or didn't do and give us a over dramatic punishment. If he found me on my phone for 3 minutes he would take it from me and say i was always on it when i barley ever used my phone since i was at school and when i got home i did whatever they wanted me to do. Then my punishment would be no TV or phone for 2 months and then when the 2 months would be over i would turn on the TV and he would say it isn't been 2 months yet and make it another month for 3 weeks and keep on going. On the other hand sometimes he would tell me to make up my own punishment and if i told him no TV for 2 weeks he would be like "That's to soft now what you did was terrible" then i would start saying "i'll sweep and mop for 2 weeks, no TV or phone for a month, I'll give all the dogs and cats a bath, and i'll clean my room everyday for 2 months" and then he would say "not to hard on yourself now". Around halloween time my Aunt would do this thing on the day before halloween called "mischiefs night" which was wear you pull pranks or go egg people and there houses and whatever. She's from new jersey and i guess that was a thing there and she did it every year. We hadn't done anything on that day though and it was night time and i was like ok? i guess she's not feeling it this year. She then came out her room and told me to shut her office door and lock it. I went outside and as i was shutting the door i had herd breathing and i was looking in the dark room for about 5 seconds and then a man comes out fast and puts a sheet over my head. i should have just quickly shut it and locked it as soon as i got my hand on the door knob so then he would have been locked in there. I was rustling in there trying to get out and i was like stop stop, and he had said shut up shut up. I had seen the man's shoes and heard it voice and instantly knew it was my uncle B. I said uncle B stop and he said shut up this ain't your uncle B. I eventually escaped and ran inside. When i got inside they had told me there were going to tie me to a tree and make me sleep outside and how i'm lucky i escaped because they wouldn't feel bad. Towards the end of third grade we stayed there untill mid fourth grade. The last day we stayed there we finally got a divider or our room that gave me half the room and him half the room. I was glad to leave because of everything we had to do for them and also the big chunks of wood i got in my feet for a year and a half because the floor in our room was made of plywood and mulch. So big pieces of wood would get stuck in your feet and when you would pull it out your foot would be bleeding. My mom had found a new boyfriend named A and moved in with him. So i guess that was going to be our new home.