This was once a memory that im still trying to forget....The story of why I am who I am today..This is the way I look at life thanks to my deadbeat father..
I was young my dad was a pot head..he had told me to watch my little Brother while he went to the basement. I was watching him, like I was told but then the phone rang I went to answer it but my Brother was heading to the basement my father came up the stairs screaming, swearing at me for not watching my little brother.My dad had kicked me in the stomach and pushed me down the stairs, laying at the bottom of the stairs thinking to myself do I really deserve this? months later there was a new years party my dad was drunk and high he had taken me into the room and was touching me in a way I thought I would never be touched..But I guess I thought that just meant he really loved me, but then again how? Im a spittin image of my mother and he beat her to death and got away with it..Every night I go bed wondering is life like this for everyone? is my mommy looking down letting the same thing happen to me that happened to her? will I go through this my whole life? This went on for many year then one something I thought would never happen....happened
I heard my little Brother screaming, I walk into the bathroom and my Brother is getting drowned by my father, I try to stop my dad by he's going crazy. I run into the living room and grab the phone to dial 911...by time they get to my house my Brother is dead, my dad is getting arrested. I hope he gets life in prison that sick bastard...
I later got put up for adoption along with my older Brother. I got separated from him, where I now live with Lucinda Smith a middle aged lawyer, she's me better than my dad ever did but I still suffer terrible nightmares and flash backs, I wake every night screaming and crying I can never get that out my head, Im home schooled because the flash backs hit any time...Lucinda worries about me sometimes. I try to assure her Im fine but Im really not.. I need help this Is killing me mentally every day I grow through pain of the past .......This was once a memory and still a painful memory not to be forgotten only hoped to be forgotten.....
