My father and Angila became official when she turned 18, although they had been sleeping together since she was 15, my father being 25. Disgusting, if you ask me.
But according to my father, I am an idiot, who knows absolutely nothing about how the real world works. Although correctly me if Im wrong, but isn't that illegal in most places?
I will say it until my last breath, that woman is a fucking whore.
She told me herself that she had no idea how she hadn't contracted AIDS. Verbatim.
She was very nice at first, and I liked her. I spent weekends with her and my father, they lived in a trailor on some land my paternal grandmother owned, I love my Nana. She's a great woman. I have no idea how my father came from that amazing woman.
As a testament to how bad Angi is, imagine this. Dogs are the sweetest loving animals, unless they sense that you're dangerous. My dog, duchess, loved EVERYONE. She would lick you, jaw to hairline. But, if Angi got too close to me, she would growl. I only wish she'd have taken a bite out of her ass.
She is 5"9", has long brown hair, and is of average build. Nothing remarkable really.
Anyways. Onto what I was saying.
She tried bribing me with gifts, etc, until I became comfortable with her, because they were planning to take me from my mother, and she was to replace her.
My father sent my mother to jail, citing child neglect, and endangerment.
These charges were unfruitful, although she did get a drug paraphernalia charge, and had an open Dcf case.
After two weeks, I was allowed to go home.
I was so excited to see my mother! It was almost Christmas, and my little brother was coming home from my meemees house.
My brother Brandon was a little over a year old, and a happy but quiet baby. My mother loved him with all of her heart, although he was in daycare most of the time, as was I.
Angi made me my favorite foods, sang songs, taught me "the right way" to tie my shoes. Because apparently, although the results were the same, there was only one way to do things.
This was something I heard a lot of, in the coming years. "The right way."
"Do it the right way, or I'll destroy it and make you redo it."
"Do it the way I showed you, or else you'll get your ass beat."
Every, single, day, from then on.
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Beaten, Betrayed, Violated.
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