The Story Of Keisha Parker

Prologue:

Hi.. My name is Keisha Parker and this is my story.
Not like many others my life started rough the day I was born. Starting with my mom, she actually wanted me but her boyfriend (not my dad) said that since I wasn't his child that he didn't want me and that I should be put up for adoption. Which is exactly what my mom did because apparently she loved him way more than she loved her own flesh and blood. I was in adoption for more than 12 years when someone decided to adopt me. I didn't understand a lot but I wasn't stupid to know that when you have foster parents that they aren't supposed to beat on you, make you clean up after them all day, and barely feed you.

Now I am 16 and I want to leave, things are getting out of control. Not only are they still beating on me but my “dad” just lost his job and now he drinks, and when he drinks he gets violent and when he gets violent he aims it towards me and blames me for the lost of his job. I have over a billion scars including the ones I put there myself, oh yeah you didn't know that. I cut words into my wrists and arms like “slut” and “cunt”. The reason I cut those words into my arms because those are the words that are directed to me almost everyday, when I haven't even had a boyfriend a day in my life or even close enough to a boy to say anything to him, and what does “cunt” even mean... I don't even want to know, all it would do is make me cry. Meanwhile, you've learned mostly everything I can tell you but there's more to the story, I guess one of my neighbors got tired of the sound of my beatings and me crying at night so they called Child Protector Services (CPS). Now I am sitting in the living room in my best (only) outfit that consisted of a grey long sleeve shirt to cover up the scars, a pair of black skinny jeans and some white converse. With my strict foster mom and (now) sober foster dad sitting beside me waiting on CPS to arrive...