Savannah

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'I love my life,

I am powerful,

I am beautiful,

I am free,

I love my life,

I am wonderful,

I am magical,

I am me,

I love my life.'

Waking up, looking at my ringing phone, trying to figure out what time it is. Sliding it across to answer, 3 am, who the bloody hell calls, at this hour.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Savannah, its Bev, I'm sorry to have to call you at this ungodly hour but, I currently have your father and Blake, sitting in lock up."

Great, just great, they do this to me all the time, they go out, and get drunk, and I end up picking up the pieces.

"What did they do now Bev?"

"I think its best if I let the Constable Hayes, explain it all to you when you get here"

"Ok thanks Bev, I'll be there soon."

"No worries, Savannah, I'll see you, when you get here,"

Hanging up, I got out of bed, I'd have to take the kids with me, I couldn't leave them in the house by themselves.

I feel like I'm being pulled in a million different directions. My father pulls me one way. Blake pulls me another. Then the kids pull me in their many different directions.

Why me is a question that constantly runs through my head. Why do I get left to pick up the pieces? Why do I have to give up everything for everyone else? Why I am left to raise my younger brother?

I'm always putting my life, my dreams and myneeds on hold for everybody else.