my stepfather was an abusive bastard who made sure I had no friends
his wife was nothing like him she did everything to keep me
safe from his drunken rages she would send to my room told me to lock my door from the inside and to push the dresser in of the
door and not to come out no matter what I hear.
I regret to this day not just taking the risk and calling the domestic abuse hot line or the police but I knew the police
would take his side no matter what I said
so I sat in my room listening to her painful screaming, begging for Randle to
stop he with a single gunshot it resonated through out the house a fear I've felt before came me I pray to every God out there but I got not answer the house went dead silent I waited to see if that monster was still lurking his car was gone so I went down to find my mother bloody her clothing ripped from her he
raped as if beat her wasn't enough.
I found a dress to cover my mother's body only to find Randle shoving her into a trash bag and tossing her into the trunk of his. When I saw me standing there, I knew my life was over
later, he found a job
in the city and an apartment on the 11th floor, he enrolled me into high school
but with one strict rule. no friends
he beat me afterward
saying it's the only way idiots like me learn their place
I broke that rule once he beat me so bad I could barely move he forced me to go to school with my eye bloody and swollen shut almost like he was daring me to say something I never did I was terrified .
time went by, and then I met a Victoria she introduced me to her group sadly as much fun as they were it was short-lived.
Halloween night, the party at the school was fun, but I couldn't risk my stepfather finding out that night on the way home. I never made it.
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Carrie Bryant
Paranormalwas found unceremoniously dumped in an old cabin her killers left dump in what the killer was her final resting place her body laid to rot .