badcrazyfunky

Hi, my name is Elisha Fibs. But I think you might know me better as Star. I was a striper at my uncle's club. My sad story began when I was only 14 years old. When I lost my parents in a terrible accident. My parents where arguing as useral. But on that day. I knew it would be diffrent. I am the oldest of my 2 younger sisters, but I have an older brother. I didn't went school on that day because I had the flu. I was in my room finnishing up my homework, when I heard my mother started to scream. I ran down stairs to see my father untop my mother with a gun. I screamed and heard the hate in my father's voice as he told me to "GET OUT" and the pain and fear in my mother's eyes. My father was coming towards me as my mother grab the gun away from him, pointing it towards him telling him to leave. My mother always feared him. Because he was an abusive man. He never loved us. He kept walking closer, when he was about 3 feets away. My mother shot him in the chest twice. Killed him, when she realized what she had done she panic, then killed herself before my eyes. I was too terrified to even breath. My neighbors came running inside when they heard the gun shot and my scream. For about 3 months my siblings and I where in foster care. Until my uncle came for us. He only took me and my sisters, and left our brother. And this is when the story began. My life of a whore. 
          	New book guys. check it out

badcrazyfunky

Hi, my name is Elisha Fibs. But I think you might know me better as Star. I was a striper at my uncle's club. My sad story began when I was only 14 years old. When I lost my parents in a terrible accident. My parents where arguing as useral. But on that day. I knew it would be diffrent. I am the oldest of my 2 younger sisters, but I have an older brother. I didn't went school on that day because I had the flu. I was in my room finnishing up my homework, when I heard my mother started to scream. I ran down stairs to see my father untop my mother with a gun. I screamed and heard the hate in my father's voice as he told me to "GET OUT" and the pain and fear in my mother's eyes. My father was coming towards me as my mother grab the gun away from him, pointing it towards him telling him to leave. My mother always feared him. Because he was an abusive man. He never loved us. He kept walking closer, when he was about 3 feets away. My mother shot him in the chest twice. Killed him, when she realized what she had done she panic, then killed herself before my eyes. I was too terrified to even breath. My neighbors came running inside when they heard the gun shot and my scream. For about 3 months my siblings and I where in foster care. Until my uncle came for us. He only took me and my sisters, and left our brother. And this is when the story began. My life of a whore. 
          New book guys. check it out