My Messed Up Life
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Last published Mon, Feb 16, 2015
While growing up, I had a very strict father and a quiet mom. One day when I was in 8th grade, my dad gave me money to buy yogurt when I got to school and asked me to bring home change. I spent the 1dollar and knew at once I was dead. Where was I going to get those cents. I was so fraustrated because my dad was really going to whip me till I cough the change out. When I got home he wasn't back from work and thus couldn't even eat. Then this guy who lives in our opposite house comes to take something from our house. He was much older than me. I begged him to give me some coins. He boldly told me if I want it then he has to sleep with me. Without thinking I gave my virginity out and that was the starting of my messed up life.
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I always thought my life would be average. Maybe less. I thought maybe id get pregnant in highschool raise the child alone working hard to support us but i wouldn't trade the kid for anything. Or maybe id get a college scholarship, find some nice guy get married and adopt a kid cause its way better than having your own. What I never expected was to die at 16 while being held captive as the one I love tries to save me. It was too cliche to imagine. Like somthing that only happened in movies. Or in really cheesy romance books. My story is a little crazy but I want it to be heard. I need it to be heard so that I can finally find some peace. So here it goes. It all started that fateful day in August. The day before I met him....
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