Age Of Seventeen

Age Of Seventeen

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I was ten when my parents came home with a baby. She was crying and screaming and my parents were too high to do anything about it - so I picked her up. Her name was Layla. Mine might as well have been Mother. I raised her while surviving off canned beans for dinner, babysitter favors, and the paycheck my brother scraped together after dropping out of school. We made a promise - that Layla would grow up safe. But promises are easy to make when you're not bleeding to keep them. I let my guard down once. That was all it took. Follow Penny Straza on her journey with Layla. :)
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He had rules for a reason, or thats what he said. I did something wrong I got punished. I spoke out of turn, I got punished. I looked at him or ate without permission, I got punished. Haven thats what they named me funny isn't it? Ironic really. They named me Haven because my mom would say I was her 'Safe Haven'. What a pile of shit that was. She left willingly, she didn't depart because of some tragic accident. My father didn't kill her. She left because she was a coward who didn't want kids. As soon as my older brother went to college she left. I knew she hated me. I was the product of her love with another man. A constant reminder that her life didn't work out the way it was planned. He who ever he was is a phantom in its own. A deep rooted fantasy never going to come true. My brother left, my mother left, my grandma ignored, and my father broke. They let me give up hope on escaping and then decided to play hero. But I haven't forgotten everything I went through. Guilt consumes my brother but I don't care, you don't get to leave and then buy a reprieve of trying to save someone who has been dead for years. Besides lets just be honest I reached my breaking point long ago.

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