The past

9 0 0
                                    

"Stacey , what have you done now?"
Ah. That's my mom yelling. That's what she does best around this house. I'm Stacey grey. I am 16 and I go to ridgewood high. My school isn't the best , but I'm not gonna complain. At least i have the opportunity to get educated. I have black hair I'm 5'5" and about 90 pounds. Before you judge me about my weight or anything. You should know my story.
When I was born I didn't have my dad. He died about a month before I was born in a car accident so I never met him. My mom struggled as a single mom of 3. Charlie's the oldest. He's 20 and just left for college and my older sister Becca is 18 and not leaving for college anytime soon. Anyways it got rough for our family. No one from family was helping us out. Until Mom finally got in contact with her cousin Ricky. He thankfully took us all in. About a year after living there Mom had enough money to move out and get a house for just us. After a few weeks we got settled in. At the time I was now 5. Becca was 8 and Charlie was 10. Mom was going out one night and asked Ricky's son Ethan to come watch us for a while.
So mom left and Ricky's son wanted to play hide and seek. He told Charlie to go hide and that me and Becca would go find him , but that isn't what happened. He started touching me and Becca and he held us down. Charlie walked into the room screaming at Ethan. Charlie ran ,grabbed the home phone , hid himself and called mom. She told Charlie to call the police and that she would be there in a bit. So as Charlie dialled 911 , Ethan had found him. And to this day I feel terrible for my brother and would love the best the shit out of Ethan. So Ethan started hitting my brother and just kept hitting him I wish me and Becca could have helped Charlie somehow. By the time the police came Ethan knocked Charlie out and broke his arm. Charlie was rushed to the hospital. Mom never spoke to Ricky again. After Charlie was fully healed we started to go to therapy. It helped , but I'll never forget what happened to us, but trust me this isn't the worst.

Lost girlWhere stories live. Discover now