The Story Of My Life

Chapter 1

When I was about 5 or 6 I had trouble with going to sleep! My parents had a set bed time for me which was 8:00 and around 7:45 they would start getting us ready for bed. My mom went to sleep and then we were supposed to go to our room and go to sleep. My dad would tell us "Kids it's time for bed" and I would scream and he would chase me as I ran to my moms bedroom to wake her up and tell her that dad was chasing after me. She just rolled over when I tapped her and then my dad would stand on the other side of the room and yell and curse and then he would count. He said " if u don't go to your room in five minutes I will drag you there" and I just stayed next to my mom. He then stomped over and pulled me as I held on to my moms arm as tight as I could. My mom told him to stop screaming and to stop cursing and to let me go. He kept pulling me and I kicked,punched, and screamed till I could get away. Normally I would get my way and I got to sleep in my moms room so that we wouldn't have to fight anymore,but when I didn't get my way we could be fighting till 12:00 to 2:00 in the morning then my mom would give up and fall asleep and so would I.

When I was about 6 there was a boy named Jacob that lived in a yellow two story house down the street from me. One day he came over and asked to play with me and that day we decided to make out. My dad went across the street to mown my papaws house so he wasn't home,my mom was working, my brother was away with his girlfriend, and my sister was outside playing so me and him had the whole house to ourselves. We got underneath the bed and I unzipped my pants,I pulled down my underwear and he touched and licked me down there. We eventually had to stop becuz my dad whistled from my papaws and he needed my help so I had to pull my underwear and pants back up and pretend like we were just playing with toys. Later that day he came back over and we wrote on a piece of paper everything that we planned to do together. My brother found it late that night showed my mom and his mom. She came down to our house she talked to her son my mom took me in her room and told me how she didn't want me to get hurt. From then on he was so rude to me. He threw a rock at my knee while I was riding my bike and made me bleed, he threw a baseball at my chest and hit me with his baseball bat in my chest and it took my breathe away and I feel to the ground and he just went back to his house, his sister sprayed me with a house near my mouth for a while till I couldn't breathe. Their whole family hated me. Then they moved so I didn't have to worry about him until he came back to visit his papaw. But he never talked or came near me so it was ok.