Some of the things he did to me were unforgivable. The first time I was on crutches because of him, I was in sixth grade, and it happened two other times. One time he threw me down the stairs and I landed on my right knee several times before crashing into the wall at the bottom of the steps, then while I was on the ground, he picked me up and kicked the same knee hard and I fell back to the ground. I looked down at my knee sobbing and through my tears I noticed that my knee was curved inwards. It was the second worse pain I've ever felt in my life. I never found out if my knee was broken or not, he refused to take me to the doctor, and I was just given crutches. It still to this day is curved inward and causes pain every single day. I wasn't able to put any weight on it for a long time without excruciating pain. He forced me to lie about how I got the injury... I mainly had to blame it on basketball. He would always tell me that if I told anyone he'd do horrible things, but most of the time he'd just end up doing them to me anyway. So why didn't I tell anyone what he was doing sooner? The only thing that I can blame is fear.
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A Not So Simple Life
No FicciónThis autobiography will take you through the ups and downs of my life. If some chapters make you too uncomfortable or sad, simply just skip that chapter or stop reading. I don't want to give away too much of the book as that just ruins the story...
