It was about a week before my 17th birthday. We haven't celebrated my birthday since I was probably eight, but I didn't mind too much. I didn't really want the attention. My younger siblings birthday was coming up in just a few days. She was turning seven. my parents wanted everything to be perfect for her birthday the house the car her bedroom everything
And it was my job to get it that way.
I woke up about 3:45 in the morning too loud crashing around in the house I knew exactly what it was so I quickly rushed to get dressed and be ready before he made it up to my room my love to come in before everybody woke up in the morning and give me my daily dose of beatings he would use every excuse in the book he was beating me, but it never made sense.
He made his way up to my room. I heard him. I knew he was going to take the anger out on me. I was fully dressed by the time my room and he busted the door and started yelling at me about God knows what something about cleaning and getting everything ready for the birthday , and then he punched me across my face. I to the ground and he took his chance to start kicking me in the ribs. He kept saying to me how dirty I was how ugly I was how I will be forever lonely no one will want me because of how used I am, after so many years of being told that I believed him.
After he decided, he was tired of kicking me while I was down he told me to get myself cleaned up and go start cleaning the kitchen and making breakfast because we have a big.
I honestly was kind of excited about the big day, even though my family hated me. They were going to allow me to come to the boardwalk with them since some of their friends were coming we were going to celebrate my little sister's birthday.
