my true life story

part two 7-11years

When i was seven years old, life was pretty good but when i turned eight things took a turn for the worst my grandma passed away and when my mom told my sister and i, i was thinkin 'this must be a joke' but than five days went a long and it was time for her funeral i saw her lieing there in the casket still so still i could feel the tears running down my face like a river. I wisper to myself "why god why did you have to take her away from me so soon"than i slowly walk away and go to the family room (wich is what the church called it)and i start to cry than i feel a hand on my right shoulder and i look up and see the pastor and he told me "hey it will be ok you will get through this" but here i am three years later still talking about it and still cry like i just got onion in my eyes but lets stop with this and lets move on. Three years later i am 11 and the date is 1/7/2018 my so called "dad" and his ex finacè start to fight and i forgot to mention that there was boose involved and so me and my three sisters are all down stairs in the oldest ones room and we all here glass shatter my dad broke a picture and another and another and another he broke all but two pictures and so than my dad gets cut by that pretty bad and so as he is throwing shit around blood gets splattered on the walls and so my older sister (the eldest sister) looks to see what the fuck is going on she comes back into the room saying "we need to get the fuck out of here and call the damn police" so than we all crawl out of the window and call the police and than we call our mom to come pick us up and.....               To be continued let me know if you want to here the rest