THE STORY OF US!!

THE HONESTY CAN BE SCARY

Just like every kid, I had a mother and a father. Every child grows up in different ways than the other. When I was young I thought I had the perfect life. I had a mother, a father and four brothers, and a roof over my head.
    We had barbecues with family and friends and holidays with Traditions. Everyone seemed so happy and it seemed like a fairytale book opening in front of me every day. But as I got older and my eyes started opening, I saw and heard things that no child should ever see or hear.
      My father you see he would gather my brothers and I and sit us around the dinning room table. He would then turn music on on this huge stereo system with big speakers and he would have us sing. While mom was at work my brothers and I had become "THE Taylor 5". He would have us learn lyrics and vocals for songs by Elton John, QUEEN, KISS, Journey, Styx, Kansas, Chicago, Rod Stewart, etc.
     I thought it was magical being able to sing with my daddy and my brothers and we had fun, at first, but then, he started drinking. His drinking began light and he would be singing and dancing right along with us. Then he would drink more and the music would change to "kung-fu Fighting" and his words by this point are slurring and mixed up. The boys would journey off to their rooms while dad was in his drunk in haze. Then I soon followed and hid in my room because dad was no longer dad and we didn't want this man he had become to find us.
      As the beer had now become whiskey, dad now became angered. He started playing hide and seek with us and we tried so hard to find places where he wouldn't find us, he always found at least one of us. He was good at hiding things himself. He could show you how to beat a child within an inch of their lives without leaving a single mark or evidence.  He was so creative too with punishing us. My least favorite game was where he played THE HULK  and one of my bros was the bad guy where he would grab my bro by the throat and lift and slam him against the wall. He loved being HULK.
    My mom worked 3 jobs sometimes. She really loved us and dad. She loved daddy so much she worked and gave him her checks so he could pay the bills. Sometimes we were lucky enough to see momma for 5 mins each day. She was always tired and sore and one time she got so sick that the doctors put her in KU hospital in Kansas City. The doctors had daddy bring us kids to say goodbye to our mom because they said she had cancer and she was dying and we would never see her again, BUT, WE DID! mom got better and came home.
     With daddy in charge of the bills and his drinking, we wound up losing our home and being homeless a couple times. But of course when things got that way dad would find some lonely woman and move in with her and leave momma and us kids.
One time the lady daddy cheated on momma with tried buying my love with gifts. I was heart broken by a man before I ever started daring.
    Mom would always get us back on our feet and here would come dad begging for forgiveness and saying it would never happen again. Momma loving daddy so much that she always took him back (and I wish she didnt). Cus everytime he left, mom would start cleaning and listening to "Alibis" by Tracy Lawrence and she would cry as it played rape over and over again.
     At age 5 and for a couple years after i was molested by one of my dad's family members. Then in third grade I was molested by a boy momma thought was homeless and had nowhere to go (he turned out to be a runaway 15 ur old). 
     My life has never been easy, but I'm sure someone else has had it or does have it worse. I just hope anyone who's gone through or is going through any of this learns it's not ok and that it's perfectly fine to speak up and reach out for help.