Prologue
I guess you would call me an orphan, but I'm not really. My father is alive. He's in his cruddy little house, having a Jack Daniels. Social services took me away from my father, because he is a unfit parent. He has emotionally physically and sexually abused me. I never let him touch May, my little sister though. I know what you are now thinking, how is he still a free man? Well by the time social services came my bruises were faded, and so I lied, I lied through my teeth. I told them our home life was great. You might ask why I lied? I lied for May. Frail little May who I knew would not last in the foster care system. May so sweet tempered, and beautiful, with her blonde hair, that framed her little four year old heart shaped face. She is so different from me. I have black hair and my temper is not sweet in the slightest. She looks like our mother, and I look like my father, and I hate it. She was safe as long as she was with me, and what if they separated us? No it was better at home I can take his beatings, but he would not hurt May. I lied about our situation, because if we went to foster care how could I protect May? What if we got separated? Who would be there for her? I could just picture her all alone, with a strange man and woman. So scared, so alone, no we were better off where we were. Here I could protect her until I turned eighteen just two years. One day though he hit me in public, he was drunk and for the first time in my life I couldn't lie. I couldn't do anything when they came for us, or when we were placed in a orphans home til they found foster parents for us.
My name is Grace Jean Park. This is the story.
