My Life

Introduction

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

There will be updates every week. The chapters WILL long so there might not be a lot of chapters.

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Let's start with a description of myself. I'm Victoria Taylor. I have light brown hair. I've dyed it multiple times. I've been in a few relationships. Matter of fact, I'm in one now. Long distance isn't as easy as some people see it. Blonde, dark brown, brunette, black, JET black, blue, and green by accident. My eyes change colors all the time. I'm a tomboy and a "girly girl". I'm 14 almost 15 years old. My birthday is 2/15/2002. I'm in high school and goes to Gar-Field Senior High School of Champions. We're the Gar-Field Indians. I have 7 brothers and 2 sisters. That's NOT counting in-laws. I have a brother and sister in law. My life hasn't been exactly easy. My brother Justin, my sister Rachel, mother and I haven't had a type of life as a "normal" person. When my mom met my biological dad, she married him after she had my sister. Justin was already 12 years old when Rachel was born. When my mother got married the first time, she had me. When she had first met him, she thought he was the "one". Before my mom got pregnant with Rachel, he was abusive. Verbally and physically. When Justin was starting middle school, he started abusing him. He threw Justin up against the wall in the dining room. Once he threw him up against the wall, Justin fell to the floor. There was an imprint of his body on the wall. When he has turned 12, Rachel was born. The night my mom went into labor with Rachel, he wasn't there with my mother to help her through it. He decided to go get drunk and high as usual. After a little over 2 years later he still didn't care. When Rachel was almost 3 years old, my mom had me on February 15, 2002 at 1:02 a.m. While she was in labor with me, my bio "father" did show up for less than 15 minutes. He decided to take my brother to his baseball game instead of being there for the birth of his 2nd daughter. I was about 5 months or so old when we moved to a different house than before. One night he came home drunk. My mother was up all night long with me because I wouldn't stop crying. She went downstairs to go talk to him without waking up Justin and Rachel. Since he started yelling both Rachel and Justin woke up. They came downstairs. The next thing they saw, they had a horror face on. He threw an unopened can of soda and threw it at my mom while she was holding me. Rachel started crying and Justin comforted her.  Later that year my mom had had enough of his s***. She divorced him and he gave up his parental rights from Rachel and I.