The seconded I got to get away from my mom I did. I went to live with my dad. My older brother (michael) and my younger sister (Cheyenne) stayed with my mom. My Dad and I lived in a tint behind my nanny house for a little while. It was not that hard living there. I went to school was a straight "A" student and never got into any trouble. My dad had meet this girl named Jennifer witch was coincidentally my mother's name. We moved into her uncle's house with her and her son. In the process of that Michael moved in with us. Jennifers son (jj) and Michael became friends. I was normally by my self as a kid. When we leaved with Jennifer my dad and her would do drugs and get drunk. She was a bad alcoholic and when she got mad she would screen and tell and cuss at us. When I was in school there it was so much harder than what I was used to. I always got help from my dad. Jennifer and my dad worked at an ice cream company.
They would drive around and sell ice cream until I got out of school. They would come pick me up and take me on there routes and I would get 1 ice cream everyday. 1 day after school when they picked me up they took me to a park. When we got there my dad and Jennifer both got out. My dad headed towards the park and Jennifer waited for me to get out. My fingers we're holding on to the door to jump out. The wind blew the door shut really fast and really hard on fingers.
There was blood all over my fingers and arm. My fingers we're purple. I was screaming on top of my lungs. My dad and jennifer jumped in the car. They ran me to the hospital. The ride there was hazy. When we got there they made us wait in the emergency room for like an hour befor I got seen.
When they called me In they put me asleep. When I woke up they were putting stiches in my fingers. I wanted to watch so bad. When it was over I had a little cast over my fingers. I left them on for about a week. Two days after I had my cast takin off. Jeniffer got really drunk when my dad was at work and threw me into a glass table. After I got up she got me over the head with a glass bottle. ( I was 10) When my dad came home I asked him if I could call my mom. I would tell him why. He handed me his phone and I called my mom and told her to come pick me up. She didn't ask questions she just said okay and sent my grandad down to okc to pick me up the next day. I told my dad what happend he tried to convince me to stay but I keep saying "NO". The next day I waited out side with my stuff for my grandad. A few minutes befor my grandad showed up Jennifer was drunk and said to me, " I hope your happy u made ur dad said you peace of shit and walked away. My grandad pulled up and my dad was on the porch crying because I left. I was so sad to go But I had to.
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