the S.A.D club

Step-douche

I come home with my sister. We run up to my moms room. When we get there we hear a deep voice. I open the door. A man sitting beside my mom. "Mom?" "Oh hello Aliyah meet your new dad." He waves. "D-dad!" I say tears trying to escape my eyes. "Don't worry he's nice." Lies lies lies lies. He was just like my dad. He hit me. He called me a little bitch. Worthless. WORTHLESS. worthless is all I hear everywhere I go I can't escape I can't escape I can't escape. I hated my self. A 10 year old wanted to die. All my life WORTHLESS. He beat me and called me swears behind my moms back. Her belly kept on growing. "You're going to have a new brother or sister." With this man? No way. My new sibling won't get the life I have. The baby was born. A girl. I am now second of four children. I ran away. I ran away a lot. I always ran away to a hill that had a good view of a pond. It calmed me. My run away place where I was free and worthless didn't plug my ears. My mom found out he was hitting my when she saw the big black eye. We move out. Again. We live in a car. Again. Worthless....