My Horrible LIfe.

When I was 7 years old I was at my Grandma's house one night and my cousin was there. Ally (my sister), Dylan( my brother), and my cousin( not saying the name) and I, were having a movie night we fell asleep on the couch and the floor. Later on that night me and my cousin woke and she started touching in the wrong places and I kept moving away from her and she wouldn't stop it. But for a half an hour she did. So I fell asleep and I woke up 2 hours later. She was getting some water. I realized that I was tied down. After she was done getting some water she got on top of me. I couldn't move I tried but I couldn't. Then she started taking my clothes off, she started touching me and wouldn't stop. I tried to move but I couldn't she wouldn't let me go away from her. It lasted for one hour. Finally stopped and I started crying I ran to the bathroom once untied me. I couldn't stop crying for an hour. I never told anyone about what happened.

A few years later Dylan and me were playing with plastic swords. Then I accidentally hit really hard and he our dad. Then our dad walked in and hit wanted to hit with the sword as hard as I hit Dylan and I ran away from him then I got corned and that was on the couch. So I putted my feet and hands up in the air so he couldn't hit me. After that in hit me and wouldn't stop then he threw me across the room and I landed on the floor ( wooden floors). Then he started hitting me again and wouldn't stop. My step-mom tried to make him stop but he wouldn't my sister and my brother came into the room and tried to make him stop by grabbing his arms. Finally he stopped after 10 minutes. I tried to get up for a while. But after I got up I tried to run to my room but I couldn't run so my sister helped me walk to our room. After I got to my room she lied me down on my bed I started to cry. While I was crying my sister walked to the door and shut it and locked it. After a minute or so my dad tried to get in the room but he couldn't so he started to knock and wouldn't stop. After about 5 minutes my step-mom walked in she looked at my legs, arms, and hands she brook down into tears she couldn't stop. After an hour or so I walked out to the living room he tried to hug me but my step-mom wouldn't let him. After a year or so I talked to someone about it. After that went through I started to forgive him for what he did to me. I finally forgave him after a year.

In 2015 one night my dad went out to go to work my grandma was watching us. I was sick that day my sister came home from school crying and she told our grandma that she took the phone to school because our best friend's mom texted her and said that our friend was in the hospital with stage 4 lung cancer( on December 23 our friend died, R.I.P) . She just wanted to tell us that. So my sister told her that story and she said okay. About an hour or so later my grandma's friend called her and so she told him that story but she told it differently. I tried to correct her but she just went what she said to him and she wouldn't stop yelling at me. She told me to go up stairs but I told her no and she got up and she started to hit me and wouldn't stop I tried to get away and I did I ran up the stairs and then she throw a steel toed shoe at me and hit me in my chest. She threw another one and it hit me in the knee that hurts really bad. I tried to run up the stairs but I couldn't because of the shoe that she threw at me. So I walked up the stairs and got my room and I told my sister to call mom and she did I told her to tell our mom that she needs to come and get us because our grandma was hitting and throwing shoes at me. My mom called the cops and my mom came and got my brother and my sister and me. We stayed at her house for about a week and now me and my sister are living with our mom and my brother is living with our dad.

Thank you for reading my life story That Is My Horrible Life