A\N this is the first terrible memory I have
My mom was yelling. I was sleeping. Well not anymore.
"B" her boyfriend was an alcoholic. He had been drinking that night and hurting my mom. I was scared so I stayed quiete. He saw me and I tried to hide put it didn't work he grabbed the vacuum and threw threw the wall by the couch. I cried and cried and cried some more nothing eased the pain of the little six year old bob cut blonde haired girl being traumatized by her mothers boyfriend.
A\N well that was hard to tell
Tomorrow I will post a new chapter about a camping trip
These will be short stories not a whole story with chapters
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My Life
Non-FictionWell this is a true story and its kinds sad I Have been through a lot
