Broken

The beginning

This is my story. From what I can remember until now anyway. We lived in an apartment on a nice street in a little yellow house. My mother, father, little brother, and myself. Well my father for a short time before he had gone to jail that is.

The most I can remember about my father living with us is when we acted up he would lightly bite us. To get us to stop. Not exactly the best way to punsh a child, but hey I was just the kid. It did scare me though because what ever I was doing I wouldn't do it again.

When my father went to jail, we didn't think anything of the other man that started showing up. "This is uncle so and so". So we believed it and didn't pay alot of mind to it. My mother would have us go to bed and she would close the curtin to her room. We never gather that she was doing more than paper work with her, or that he was actually her new boyfriend.

We didn't care in all honestness. The only thing I cared about was the friend Pumpkin he would bring over. I hated it! He would do bad things to me. I'm not going into detail but I felt scared and alone. Like even if I told someone they would not believe me.

One day I worked up the nerve when my babysitter was changeing me. I was potty trained late not the point. She asked me "why is your rash not going away"? So I explained everything to her. She called my mother right up. I guess he was taken care of after that. My uncle got him good. Still don't fix the scars that I was left with but it help a little knowing now that he didn't get away with.

It wasent all bad at that apartment though. One time my mom left her hair dye out. I wanted to be pretty so I dumped it on my head the moment she turned around. next thing you know, I'm walking around with a bloch of green hair on the top of my head. Another time my brothers god father was drunk and passed out in the kitchen. We got him good. Mayo,ham,musterd,eggs all over him. When he woke up he was not even mad. He laughed and said "what happend last night?

At that house I'm 99% sure it was haunted.

My mom would lay my brother down at night, he would get up crying. When my mom went to go check on him he was tucked in with a bottle. Scary thing is, it was only me, my mom, and my brother home. I was to little to reach all of that. Another time I seen a man. He was not scary. He was more friendly but when I told my mom. She freaked out and we left for the night to go right down the street to my grandmothers. She only lived four houses down.

I don't remember much more of that house except my friend lived down stairs and when his mom came up to our house. Her and my mom went out to smoke. Thinking we would be okay, me and my friend got a knife and almost cut my brothers toes off. We probly should have been watch a little better than we were. 

I didn't see much of my "uncle" after that.

I do remember my mom getting a new boyfriend. She did introduce him as that this time.