Timothy Grey

Age: 8

April 7, 2002
Hi, My name is Timothy Grey. I usually go by Tim. I live in a small town called Ridgewood. I go to Ridgewood Elementary School. My mothers name is Cecilia Rose. We don't have the same last name because my parents were never married. My fathers name is Jason "Rock" Grey. They call him "Rock" because of all the drugs he sells. Let's learn a little more about my family & my background;
My mom recently was admitted to the hospital for the 4th time this month, because of Cocaine. We live in a small trailer with my dog, he's a Huskey with only one eye. His name is Jax. He has a skin disease because, we can't bathe him. Recently our water was shut off. My mother said, " Who needs baths, when you don't go anywhere anyway. " Yet, I do go places. I go to school. Last year, no one wanted to sit next to me, say hi to me, or even look at me. I was disgusting. I always had bruises, I'm skinny, & my clothing is never washed. She never really cared about my presence at school because she thinks she's doing a great job being a mother. Well, she's not. Ever since my dad left us, my mom became odd. It all started when I was about six. It was late at night, & I could tell my mom had just taken another shoot. She told me we were going to play a little game, & that if I didn't play along her friend would have to punish me. She makes me, lick, things, put my whole fist in that thing. She makes me put my tongue inside of her mouth. This usually lasts about, 4 hours. She makes me put my thing in her thing, & tells me that I need to learn how to "stroke" like my dad did. I hate having to do that, I feel so disgusting. When my mom, sucks on my thing, it feels good. Then, this white stuff shoots out of it, & she yells at me for not lasting long enough. When I don't want to play her game, her friend comes in, & hurts me. He shoved his thing in my mouth, I throw up about 3 times. He's tall, & wears all black. I've never seen his face, just how he breathes heavier at the sound of my screams. He pushes me over the edge of my bed, & hurts me. Sometimes I poop myself, & my mom forces me to sleep in it. My mom now has a new boyfriend names Ted so, we only play that game when he isn't over my trailer.

My dad is the reason my mom started doing drugs. My mom had a great life before she had me. Her & my dad always went out, had fun, then came home & finished out their night. Even when she was pregnant with me, my dad brought her chocolates & flowers everyday. Then, when I was born my dad became insane. My parents didn't realize how much attention & money it costs to raise a child. So, in order to keep our home & food in our systems, my mom had to get a job as a stripper, & my dad became one the the states biggest drug dealers. With them both working, our lives were pretty bad. The house was always a mess, we never had dinner, & I was always crying from being hungry. With all this going on at once, my dad finally snapped. My mom was in the middle of making macaroni & cheese, when my dad choked her until she turned purple, & struck her multiple times with the hot pot. She was unconscious for two whole days. I suffered, I had a dirty diaper, I was hungry, cold, & needed attention. After my dad hit my mom, he fled & never returned.