Chapter 3

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Once they had started actually hurting me I realized how different I was from other kids. I was never an outcast, I was pretty popular but I still felt so left out with all of these friends. I do a lot for attention and that's just who I am. I'm only entering highschool as this story is being written. As much as I write it will never keep track of everything that happens. They had started their abuse and neglect, my father had gotten into his car accident. I didn't know him well at the time but he is truly my hero of this story. He called one day while we went out to one of our stepfathers car shows. It wasn't even him it was my nana, he did speak to me. I wasn't allowed to see him because he didn't want me to see him in the state that he was in. All they did after that to me was belittle me that my father was an alcoholic and got into a drunken car wreck. I had no idea how to process the feelings but I did. I figured these people were too childish to understand how hard it is to get sober. He is a nice man and has never done anything to these people but they held shit kind of grudge against him. The eldest brother got angry once so his first reaction was to pick me up by my throat and strangle me. He threw me back down to the ground and once I had collected myself, I threatened to call the police. He packed his things up and left until his dad and my mom found him and brought him back. I knew he wasn't going to stay gone like I wanted him to. I talked to my dad endlessly about moving in with him and he said I didn't mean it and only said it to get his hopes up. I meant it every time. My boyfriend or best friend at the time and I were not on talking terms because I had lost the ability to talk to him, but I had attempts to reach out until he finally took them in my eighth grade year. I reached out through Spotify and we talked on Skype, it was a strange roller coaster for us. We started dating once we started talking again and he was wonderful. It was April 12th that it had started, but I was selfish and ungrateful.

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