--I am now 16 years old , i'm 5 months pregnant, raise my self and live with my boyfriend--
I wake up from my nap and look at the clock. Its 6:30 pm. Immediatly, I jump up and start doing the dishes and making dinner before Micheal gets home.
It's too late… Micheal comes home and looks at me then the dishes and the unfinished dinner. He gets pissed off and starts screaming.
He wraps his hands around my neck and slams my head against the wall. "I told you get the dinner made before i get home" he says as hes chocking me. He then lets go and kicks me in my stomach. I cry and say sorry.
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Non-Fictionthis is a story about my life. my mom was on drugs when she had me at 17, and my mom and dad have been on drugs my whole life. i was bouncing back and forth from families homes my hole life. i pretty much raised myself since i was 9 yrs old. the...
