beautiful believer

hi guys this is my story and the moral of it is that no matter how hard you try never give up because it will all be worth it in the end x

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my name is Emily Peterson... I live in Miami, you all might say oh shes living the life in Miami where all the big shot celebrities go but its not. well for me it isn't...all my life I have been pushed around, told what to do and beaten not by many people but one person who is meant to be be there for you, love you and care for you, who should call you his princess and tuck you in to bed at night but that's not my reality. mine is where your thrown down the stairs locked in small cupboards to the point where you can barely breath and being told that you are worthless and nobody loves you.

you might all say who this person is well... he's my father or as i put it the son-of-a-b**ch that put his sperm into my mothers eggs or the man who acts like a respectable man in front of others but as soon as he is behind closed door he transforms into a cold hearted beast who cares for no one but himself and his image.

you see my father is not only a monster but he is Lewis Peterson richest man in Miami owns half of Florida and has condos all over the world and companies in countries such as Tokyo, china, southern Europe, south Africa and all over America so you kinda get what I'm talking about. And to think a man with so much wealth and not one ounce of love in his heart for his only child, what a great father he is (note the sarcasm)

But he wasn't always this bad, he used to be a wonderful man who loved me and my mother, he used to bring me to the park and push me on the swings, catch me at the end of the slide and have big parties for my birthdays. But it all ended when my mother died a day after my 9th birthday. she died giving birth to my little brother or sister that i didn't get to meet. after that day life with my father was never the same he said it was my fault that my mother died, he said that i gave my mother stress when she was pregnant that i never did anything for myself always got my mother to do everything. I was so sad after that cried myself to sleep every night just waiting to see what other cruel things my so called father would do to me.

This all lasted till I was 17. EIGHT years later when I finally cracked and couldn't take it anymore, when i got so angry I started crying

the day.. I ran away

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im soo sorry for the mistakes and i will try to fix them if my laptop will let me thanks :D X

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