MarlaynaWilton
Being forced to move from your childhood home can be terrible but for some people, like me, it was a blessing. I've witnessed too much in the house, too many horrid things, I can't ever go back there. Yes, I did have some good things happen but nothing will mask what happened there, not the blood and the loss or the fact it started with one person I truly trusted.
I've hidden my story about my childhood home from everyone especially from the people I now live with in a new state. What I never expected, was that the thing that destroyed my life would follow me to my new one. I was doing so much better but then I saw him, the one I believed to be in jail but it never works that way, does it?
So now here I am, 3 years after my new home was destroyed. I'm ready to tell my story and I really hope people understand that not everyone is what they make themselves out to be. My names Amelia Jesse Walker, and here's my story!