A/N well this is a about a camping trip there's language that might be offensive so warning
"B STOP PLEASE" my mother pleads. My Aunt and I were in a tent and they were in a tent. He was shaking beer cans and throwing them at my tent. I walk out with my Aunt and see what's going on. My mom tells me to get in the truck she will take care of things. I secretly knew that stuff was wrong. My Aunt got on into the truck with me. Her husband Mark was at home. He was one of my best friends and the nicest person she had ever been with that I could remember. I called him in tears as I tried to explain what was going on. He sensed what was wrong. He knew "b" was an alcoholic so he sensed that was part of the problem. "B IM GOING TO CALL THE FÛCKING POLICE ON YOU KF YOU DONT STOP RIGHT NOW!" My mother yells through tears. He finally gets on the truck and my Aunt has gotten out to talk to Mark and he turned around and said to me "You know what you little brat your gonna be a slut just like your mother." I can still hear his words breaking me down on the inside, tearing me apart never being able to shake what he said. We drove back to Bend where I lived at the time and we drove to where Mark was. Mark is 6'5 so he could beat down B if he needed to because B was only 5'6 so Mark was the guy to call. B had calmed down and was finally normal. But from that day on I have lived with my grandparents to prevent anything happening.
A/N ok so I didn't live with my grandparents the whole time I did live with my mom for a few years after that so I do live with them now and this happened when I was about Seven 😔
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Non-FictionWell this is a true story and its kinds sad I Have been through a lot
