Expect the Worst

Chapter 1

Most children grow up in a house. A happy house. One with a loving mother and father, the family pet.
I was born into a house of hell. A house of hell with a drug addict father, a prostitute for a mom, and a completely oblivious younger sister.

I an sure that my parents were more concerned with their reputation than my well-being.

We have been told that we were beautiful. Oil paint worthy. We were handsome, attractive, inviting. But that was before you entered the house. That was before you knew the people that the Johnson family really were.

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Pale. Pale and skinny and scrawny. Gothic, or even 'emo'. Those were good words to use to describe me. I was weak while growing up. I couldn't fight my own fights. My sister would beat people up for me. She was three years younger, too.

But, I guess now would be a good time start the story of my life.

*~Expect the Worst~*

And so, I was brought into this world. January 7th, 1994. 2:06 am. My mom cursing a storm the whole time in labor.
Lots of "Fuck me"s and "this child is a sin"s escaped her mouth.

Her bleached blond hair stuck to her head with sweat and tears. Words streaming out of her mouth, too quickly to comprehend, most likely insults.

Though the doctors and nurses encouraged her to stay, she refused. Carrying me by her hip, she limped to the shitty ass pick-up truck that she drove herself in. She just set me down in the passenger's seat and drove off, attempting to tend to bleeding vagina.

So, you might be able to tell that this is why I am so, so fucking messed up.