Alrighty folks here comes the good shit. Now I'm not gonna say growing up I was the perfect kid, or the perfect sister to my siblings. But if I'm being honest my siblings and I were horrible little shits, who probably deserved an ass kicking here and there. But what my siblings and I were put through, I wouldn't wish on anybody ever.
Let's start when my mother introduced us to her new boyfriend. I remember that day like it was yesterday, we were headed over to my aunts house to hang out with my cousins, and so my mother could chill with her sister. Getting there I realized it wasn't just my siblings and I with my cousin there was also a man there as well who I've never seen before, who had a son the same age as me. Instantly when I met this man I got weird vibes, now at the time I'm 8 years old, so if a child is getting a weird feelings that's gotta mean something. We all met him, and his son, his son was cool we all got along all did shit that kids do, little did I know a week later after meeting this man, my mother was moving my siblings and I Into his house.
Us moving into this random man's house, had my siblings and I a little scared but, we were also excited new place, new school, and we even had someone to play with that was our age. What we didn't know was my mother had just moved us into a raging, abusive alcoholics house, who was also a registered sex offender....
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Mystery / Thriller*WARNING TALKS ABOUT SUICIDE AND OTHER TRIGGERING THINGS, DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE EASILY TRIGGERED OR EMOTIONAL* This story includes me talking a little about my Trauma, and some of the things I've gone through since I was a kid. There will be some de...
