Im about 9 almost 10 now and my mom and her boyfriend have a kid now. So i guess i have a step sister now. As we were getting ready for school my Mom yells up the steps leaving in 30min come get your breakfast. As we run down there's a bowl of cheerios waiting on the table and a cup of cold milk. Im stubborn as always as usual for a 9 year old. I toss my bag on table and put my hat on. Aaron comes in looks at me and says "take your hat off while at the table" i give him a dirty look and say no and continue eating. He snatches it off my head and drops it on the table glaring at me yelling you dont tell me no. I look at the hat and smack it on the floor. He yells at me to pick it up and i refuse. He says pick it up and once again i refuse. He grabs my chair and pulls it out from underneath me. He picks me up from my throat and takes me to the basement door. Instead of having me sit on the steps he throws me at the door and you hear a loud crack. My mom comes out of the bathroom screaming "what the hell!" and starts pushing him.. He yells at her and pushes her into the living room and looks at me. He crouches down and grabs me by the collar of my shirt and starts shaking my whole body as if i was a puppet.. And starts screaming spit hitting my fave every now and then. I yelp as my head hits the door behind me multiple times.. I head to school and this is when i start to become distant from my friends and start sitting alone..start listening to hard rock..and blocking everyone out. I eventually found myself becoming emo as this abuse kept going on until i was about 11.
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Cerita PendekNot a lot of people know about my past. I usually like to keep it that way because i hate who i used to be. But sometimes you have to accept who you are and let everyone know.
