My name is Skylynn Rae. The Rae part came from my dad, Timothy Ray. My mom and I don't talk about him much. We've been away from him for about 6 years now. He was a rancid drunk. He would beat on my mother and me.
I'm fourteen. I have sky blue eyes, curly copper-toned hair, and tan skin. Many people confuse me as being Italian or Mexican. My mother is 40. She has always imagined herself as an Indian woman. She has dark skin, dark eyes, and dark hair. Her and I both are overweight for our ages. When she was my age she was as skinny as a beam pole.
Her weight gain is the effect of my father beating her. He would come home drunk as a dog. Then he would yell at her and call her names, she tried to defend herself. She knew not to mess with a crazy, mad man who was drunk though. He would start beating the crap out of her. She'd have bruises all over her. When he went crazy on her I would sit and watch in hopes that he wouldn't hit me next.
When he left we left too. Somewhere where he wouldn't be. We moved counties in hopes that he wouldn't find us. Although we had gotten a phone call saying he has been put in jail for theft and murder. Mom and I decided to stay where we were. We didn't feel like going back as to be left with memories.
She didn't really want to get a new man. Still in love with dad, but didn't feel like she could trust another man. He had beaten and abused her. He beat me a few times too. He was my own father and I didn't love him. To this day I still don't.
A/N~ sorry for the short first chapter. This will turn out to be an amazing story though. I hope any reader I get enjoys this.
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The life of Skylynn Rae Hopkins
Teen FictionStory of 14 year old Skylynn Hopkins and her life. Mother faces cancer and father is abusive. She is in hopes that she'll find a companion whether it be a friend, young love, or family member of the sort..
