This isn't like any original Story folks. This is a romantic and heart breaking experience. A girl called Samantha Grey has been under child abuse for a long time. Her depression has taken control over her existence.. One day a door opened a guy sta...
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Happy beginnings, They thought that stories begin with happy beginnings. That the story begins so amazing. But.. My story. Was better off left alone.. In the darkness, Left their to die. Rout in the fiery pits of hell. Where I need to rout.. Or what my father told me.. I was born May 4th, 1999. From the date now I'm 17 years old now. My mother died from giving birth to me. And my dad soon died as well, I was 5 when he died. He was a drunk and abused me when I was a baby 0-5 years old .. And of course I didn't have blood relatives take me in when he passed away.So, The police had no choice but to take me to a foster center /Adoption center.
My step- Mother was a strict woman. My step- Father was a drug abuser and child abuser. He abused only me and not his other children. Instead of my step- Brother's and Sister's helping me from being abused , They also abused me. I always slept under the stair case like Harry Potter. Ha, Harry Potter is a good movie and book. Well, Anyways. I got hurt badly that they broke my legs. I dialed 911 and they came and arrested them and took me back to the foster center where I was safe and sound. Then, A rich couple came along and they came to adopt me. Why me? I'm a nobody with a shitty past.. A past that I'm ashamed of. My legs are still broken so I can't walk, just stuck in a wheel stair. I'm just useless , But they still loved me as their own.
I was so happy they accepted me, but scared they would hurt me. But , they accepted me as their own.. A family that was perfect is all I wished for. My Step - Father shown me how to do most stuff my dad didn't teach me. I was 6 at the time when I first learned how to ride a bike and fix a car and take care of business loans. All my father did was get drunk as I was his slave and beat me for no reasons sometimes. My Step- Mother was their to teach me manners and choirs and how to be kind and have a conversation with people. My mother died before she tout me these things. But I know she was there to keep me alive all through this pain and suffering. My step - Parents were young as like 20 years old when they adopted me so it was perfect.. My life was perfect after that. But I still wanted to wear normal people clothes, Not no fancy crap and wanted to go to a normal people school like at a normal elementary school, A normal middle school, And now a normal high school. My dad never let me go to school when I was younger. And I was too scared for him to take me to school. He was a drunk and a child abuser. I couldn't do nothing else but, be trapped at home. My child hood was like slavery.. It was. Awful. You think your life is perfect? Well you are wrong. You are so god damn wrong. Life is a piece of shit people. Reality is reality.
