***TRIGGER WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS SCENES OF SEXUAL ASSAULT***
All I had was her. This beautiful, vibrant, bouncing ball of life. Not calling her fat or anything. She was just the right amount of curves and fake eyelashes. Which was more than enough to get at least 3 numbers, 7 cat calls and 2 bouquets a week. Sometimes the bouquets were from me. but that's not the point. Yes, My little sister.. She was 15 and could do whatever she wanted, she would say. Which was fine when that was following my every command but then she just had to discover the world. Now I wish I would have let her. ..
but let's go back to the beginning. And make it brief. I made therapists pull teeth for this shit and you aint getting it for free.
My life was a shit fest. No childhood to be found. Run away parents left my sister and I at the ages of 6 and 4. Bouncing from foster homes ever since. We weren't always treated like crap but we were most certainly always loathed. There was this one nice family, but just like we were incapable of loving them the way they wanted, they were incapable of loving us the way we needed. Not that our real parents ever really loved us so you think I'd be used to it.
I knew that, but Abby didn't. She never stopped asking for daddy, which was I suppose the least shitty of our parents; when he was sober. I on the other hand never asked about them. I was glad they were gone. Not glad that this was my life, but glad they were gone. Anyways, naturally for a long time I was pretty depressed. I numbed myself (as one therapist said) to all emotions just to get through the days.
I took care of my sister best I could but I didn't truly start appreciating her until I was 16 and had to start "counting my blessings" if I ever hoped to make a normal life for Abby and I. (according to my second therapist) And she was right. I'd give anything to get those 10 years back and give my sister the love and attention she deserved.. just like me. Well, you live and you learn. My therapist didn't tell me that but I sometimes wonder if they could have predicted what I am about to tell you next. ...
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The devil has bangs
Teen Fiction***TRIGGER WARNING: Contains scenes of sexual assault*** I kill Sex Offenders...That's supposed to make me sound good until you realize that I'm a murderer. See. Right there. You just realized it. and now you hate me. or want to walk away and not b...
