When I was 5 years old, I was taken away from my mother... She beat the shit out of my sisters. She usually only did it when she drank. We went and stayed with my nanny. I don't remember much from this, but I remember the night of her slapping my sister and busting her lip. The night we were taken, I remember the police coming and she had to wait outside while we got our clothes and stuff for the next little bit. When we went inside it smelled like alcohol and vomit. I didn't know what was going on.... We stayed with my nanny for about 3 months. I remember my teachers asking me if I was okay like all the time...
When I was about 6-7 years old, my mom had a boyfriend that was also abusive and that's when my abuse really started... I would be locked in an empty room only containing a tv stand. I would have to sit behind it in the dark for hours on end. I think this is where my fear of the dark cones from. It was terrifying. Once on Christmas eve he got drunk and made my mom open all the Christmas presents, even ours. While we sat and watched her... He woke us up in the middle of the night to do this. There were other times where he would make me stand outside during thunderstorms. Once he got me a puppy, we named him Colby. He wasn't yet potty trained so he would have accidents. One he put Colby outside during a thunderstorm and when I went out to get him, he locked me out. I was out in the rain for around 20-30 minutes. Finally my mom talked him into letting me back in. One day I came home and Colby was now the neighbors dog. And they changed his name to count Coby. He bought me a goat and we named him Malaki .. He loved Tortilla shells. One day I came home and the goat had been sold for 100 dollars. He gave me 10 dollars of it. My room at his house was in the attic. It was always hot. I had to sleep with no air conditioning sometimes. Once him and my mom got drunk and she took my guitar and broke the neck off by throwing it down the stairs. It then stayed broken in my closet for about 3 more years until we moved. Once in the winter I was in my sisters room because I had no heat in my room, and I was standing by the heater. He was drunk, and he pushed me into the heater. My leg still has the criss cross pattern from the heater, on it. There was a boy about the same age as me that lived down the street. We hung out all the time. One he made me watch one of the leprechaun movies. I cried. When we finally moved, we moved into a really shitty house. It was big, but had tons of things wrong with it.
My mother's room was the worst. The ceiling was falling in. My room was tied with the loft for my favorite room. My room had a bookshelf built into the wall. I was a nerd. This was when I was about 7-8 . We painted my room pink. I had bunk beds. The only thing wrong with my room was that there was a huge ass square hole in the wall. I'm not sure what it was for. My sister's room was where my mom slept. My sister either slept in the living room or my room. We had to grout the living room tile ourselves. The loft was off of the house. It had stairs leading up to it. It had a treadmill and some of my toys up there and that was about it. The neighbors were really trashy and gross. They had a dog and it had major flees. Sometimes while we were not home, our even just in the house, they would go into the loft and steal my toys. We had to get a new lock. I ended up getting really sick and staying sick until we moved again, this time to my mom's new boyfriend's house. He was really nice to me.
He made fishing lures for a living but he also was a truck driver. He bought me and my sister new bunk beds. He was the first really nice boyfriend my mom had.
Then flip to my dad's house.
We stayed with him every other weekend. I had the most fun, at his house. He lived about 30 minutes away from my mom. We didn't live in the greatest neighborhood, but it wasn't the worst either. It started getting un-fun when he got a girlfriend. She was a total bitch. She would grab my leg while I was I the bath and she would squeeze it until I cried. I would go to school with bruises on me from her. Once at school I won a contest. I won a Barbie MP3 Player. It had 2 Barbie songs on it. So we were at her house and I left it in the floor of my dad's car. When we went to go leave, it was gone. The bitch stole my Barbie MP3 Player. I guess she sold it for drugs. She smoked a lot. One time, me and her son took her cigarettes and we broke them into the carpet of the empty room in her trailer. She was pissed. My dad eventually broke up with her and it was back to normal.
