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X-Factor

Backstory: My name is y/n I am 20 years old, I was adopted at birth, my birth mother knew she couldn't take care of a child so she put me up for adoption. I have 3 brothers and 1 sister, same mom, different dads. We were all adopted. Tera knew she couldn't take care of us, she was a drug addict, and was constantly in jail. I got lucky, because when she was pregnant with me she was in jail so she couldn't do drugs, so I wasn't affected unlike my siblings, we all have ADHD and some other mental illnesses, it varies from kid to kid. My adopted father, Rob, horrible, horrible man, it wasn't always like things now, we used to be inseparable, he was a recovered drug addict and alcoholic, and a current chain smoker, he quit the drugs and drinking when I was a small child. Everything was fine until around when I was 5, which was also when he divorced my adopted mom, he started becoming more strict, and angry and bitter, always expecting more than I was capable of, he wanted perfection. As i got older things only got worse... *flashback* (I'm 14 we were headed to Walmart around 11 at night, suddenly something goes wrong) Dad: hey so do you know about this UChat app thing.  Me: I think so. Dad: cuz I got this text saying "a friend from school as mentioned you, go see who it is." Me: oh yeah that thing, my mom and I got the same text a while ago. Dad: so you're not talking to people on the Internet? Me: Dad, no, God! Why did you have to bring up the past? Dad: you better not be lying to me. Me: I'm not I promise. Dad: *annoyed but not yelling... Yet* tell me the truth, are you or are you not using chat apps. Me: I'm not! Dad: then what were you doing on my phone earlier? Me: checking my Mucical.ly, God, what the hell is your problem? Dad: I don't believe you. Me: this is exactly why I avoid you! Dad:'that's it I'm fucking done, IM DONE WITH YOUR BULLSHIT!! Me: *starts crying* dad! Please believe me I'm telling the truth. Dad: IM FUCKING DONE WITH YOUR FUCKING LIES Y/N, BULLSHIT. Me: dad please- Dad: YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I FUCKING HATE LIARS, IF ONE OF MY EMPLOYEES LIES,MTHEY GET FIRED, IF A FRIEND LIES, I CUT THEM OUT OF MY LIFE, OF YOURE MY FUCKING DAUGHTER AND YOU LIE TO ME YOU WILL FEEL MY WRATH, AMD YEAH I SAID FUCKING!! (Referring to the time I,asked him not to cuss at me) Dad: CALL YOUR MOTHER AND TELL HER IM TAKING YOU TO HER HOUSE AND TELL HER WHAT YOU DID!! *i call my mom and apologized for waking her up and tried to explain the truth but Rob started yelling again, I was done with his bullshit so I started yelling back* Me: I'm gonna hang up I don't want you to have to hear this yelling. Mum on the phone: ok honey, see you when you get home *i hung up* Me: can I please get my stuff from your house? (I had left my purse and a few other important things at home cuz I expected the trip to be short) Dad: NO! YOU DONT DESERVE YOUR SHIT! *not yelling but slightly laughing now* in fact I'm going to throw all your fucking shit away, you,won't need to clean your room, and tomorrow is garbage day, I'm gonna have fun tonight! Me: dad please- Dad: nope. *rest of the ride is silent and I've managed to keep from crying, I don't want him to see he's gotten to me* *arrived at moms* Me: dad please look at me. Dad: No. Me: dad please be- Dad: Get out. *i get out of his truck and go to leave* Dad: take this *he throws my def leppard cd case at me* Me: can I at least have the cd out of th- Dad: close the door. *i closed the door and he drove off and I immediately burst out crying and stumbled to my mom, she stayed up for a bit comforting me and making me feel better, then we went to bed**End of flashback* because of events like this I have developed depression and anxiety, I haven't talked to or seen Rob,since that fight, my oldest brother dropped off my purse with my phone, iPad, earbuds, CDs and a few other things a few weeks after the incident but other than that all my other CDs, records, posters, books, favorite clothes, Ect. Are still there. I just don't know what to do.

*current time* I'm sitting in a chair and there are tons of people around me. I'm in a building, the one that hosts the X-Factor, yes I am auditioning, music and I go way back, I've always been able to express my emotions through music, if I couldn't say it I would find a song that could, I was remembering that eventful night that was supposed to be a nice midnight Walmart run, but no. A few tears slip down my cheeks as I remember that night, it always haunts me when I'm snapped out of my thoughts by someone talking to me.