My childhood. It wasn't a childhood. No matter what age I was I had already been thrown into the deep end. Abuse. The worst word I had ever known. Because it was the main issue in my life. The meaning of abuse: to treat with cruelty or violence especially repeatedly or regularly. Psalms 11:5 the LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth. Malachi 2:16-17 "a mans covering his wife with violence, as well as with his garment" says The Lord almighty..."You have wearied The Lord with your words." These are the two verses that mean SO much in my eyes. I was born into an abusive family. There was only one who abused, they abused everyone. Verbally, physically, mentally. No one knew to which the extent how the abuse was. Being the youngest I was the most confused. It's alright now though. I'm okay. I just want to share my story so people going through the same thing can know that there is a way to escape the violence.
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That one person
Non-FictionA story about a young girl who's life gets turned upside down by one horrible person. It proves that one person can make a huge impact
