The Story of Yung_Vooorheas

Part 1 is about my childhood and how my life was growing up

I guess I should start this were it all begun. On April 5, 2004 I was born, the only people in the room was the doctors and my mother, my father was in jail at the time, leaving my mother as a single 19 year old mom who didn't want the baby. When my father got out of jail, he and my mother would fight all the time because of his decisions and sometimes it would get physical. In 2006 my mother got into a bad car accident. The accident caused her to have short term memory loss and a metal rod in her leg. Up until about 2008 life was pretty good. In 2008 my mother started dating this guy named Jr, Jr was an tall and skinny white guy that had no life and no job. Jr wasn't bad until my little brother was born, when my brother was born is when he became abusive. He would beat my mom and almost killed her in front of me then he would blame me for it when the cops were called, and my mom would say it was my fault he was this way, that it was my fault that she got beat. Living with a abusive step father and a depressed mother that was always high on pills wasn't the most ideal family, but I was stuck with them. I was almost taken away by DSS about 3 times a month. As a 9 year old, I was confused and depressed about all this and I didn't understand why all of this was happening. One day my mother finally decided to leave him, about a day after that, my mom was at a gas station, siting in the car. Jr was driving by and saw the car, he pulled into the gas station and got out of his truck and knocked my mother unconscious and stole my brother out of her car. Me or my mom haven't seen my brother ever since then, it's been about 7 years. After that, I went to live with my dad in the ghetto, with the drug dealers and gang bangers. I was about about 10 or 11. In the ghetto I had to do a lot of things that I can't really tell anyone but just know I had to do everything I did. To be honest, I loved living in the ghetto with all the drug dealers and gangsters, I felt like I had a family, for once in my life I felt like I had friends and I would do anything I was told to do. I was never in any of the gangs. I was liked by all the gangs and I was the one that united all of the gangs together into one huge family. If you disrespected the family, then you would be killed. There was hundreds of drive byes and killings by the rival gangs of the other ghettos. I can't really discuss all the things I did or anyone els did but it's best if you just don't know, and that I can't ever show my face around there again. After all that my dad met this girl with 4 kids and dated her and they got a house together. Her four kids for fucking crazy. One was a sociopath, one was a arsonist, one was legit insane, and the other one was bipolar. We all got along good though and we all loved each other. Their mother was a crazy bitch that would use my father for money. After we all moved out of that house, I went to go live with my grandpa and grandma, it was also around the time I started to go to wren middle school and I met the best people of my life, but I'll get to my school life in another chapter, for the first year of living at my grandpa and grandma's life was good. Someday in April, 2016 my aunt came up to my house and started to beat my grandma and broke her arm which still hasn't healed, she is currently in jail now. In the summer of 2018, my grandpa's credit card got stolen. We found out that my grandma was the one who stole it and sold the information for crack. It turns out she had been doing crack for the past year now. The date today is June 16, 2018, I am currently staying with my dad. That wraps up most of my life for now and I will be telling more stories about my fucked up life later on.

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