A misfortunate series of events

Chapter 2

Born 14th may 1997-
I was born into a series of unfortunate events : I was born two weeks late . Coincidently I was born the day before my dads birthday .

When I was born I was very sick , due to a severe infection passed on via my breast breast milk .
I was fighting for my life . On the cusp of death the doctors tried a last resort a lumber puncture , whilst my mums ,un-named, baby girl was lied unconscious in the operating table my mum and dad prayed for a miracle , they needed faith .

After the surgery I began to recover , so my parents named me hope ! Kind of ironic really considering I was also born on St. George's day a patriotic saints day .

Finally after a long recovery in hospital my mum took me home ...

And for a short time everything was great , my dad was the best dad in the world , he was my idle . My daddy .

Until after the short lived honey mood period was over .
He was drunk . Very drunk . Thus had a huge fight over nothing , my mum grabbed me and stormed out of the room towards the stairs ready to leave .

Slighly  he approached behind her ... stretching out his arms he let his sweaty palms connect with the tender bruised flesh of my mother's back , she jolted forward , tumbling down the stairs further and further until she reached the bottom. Temporarily unconscious , she was abruptly awoken by the harsh screams bellowing from my lungs .

She let this incident slip . She forgave him . Events similar to this reoccurred daily for another 16 months .
My mum wasn't the only one who suffered the consequence of my fathers drunken stupor. Although my mum never caught him in the act my sister swears on my life that she remembers

"He would wait till you and mum had left , then he would take me into a very dark room and he would slap me repeatedly until I eventually just gave up screaming."

And that haunted my mum and I for years after that.

The final straw for my mum was after , yet another argument he had grabbed a knife and chased me my mum and sister out of the house , the last words she said to that man were 

"f you want to see you child take it through family mediation"

And he never did . He gave up . He just didn't care enough to come for me .

My father may seem like the worst person in the world but trust me I would have preferred to be in the repetitive cycle of abuse with him , rather than my mums next husband .

And that brings me in to the next chapter in my life