/Timber~/ bonnet my creepypasta oc part 1 of 2

As a young child, my life wasn't the greatest. An abusive father was the main cause. Even in the mornings with a small muffin, he would smack it away. Making me eat off the dirt covered floor of out country home. The country side of Texas is okay, depending on who you're with or how long you're there. I've lived there my whole life, growing custom to the chores and everyday life there.
My mother who I failed to mention earlier, is an alcoholic, traveling from city to city. She's never home so it's easy for me to forget she still exists.
Early in the mornings I would often go outside to get away from my barbaric life. A girl around my age would often stumble near my house, she told me her name was Rose. She had a friend named Richard, her family thought he was imaginary, but we both saw him.
After he arrived in her life, she only came twice and I never saw her again.