Where to start? My story really begins when

I was a little girl. My family seemed like any

other out there. A good mother deicated to

her husband and to her family. Always making

sure that there was a warm meal on the table

three times a day. My father had the image of

your typical man, always working hard to

provide for his family. Little did I know how

false this image was of my family.

 

I found out the hard way what my family truly was. My so called father was a

drunk who womazied and constantly gambled. I had no problem with being poor.

I just put it off as to thing being hard outside of the house. What I found out

about my mother, was that she couldn't cook to save her life. All the meals that

I thought she prepared, were made by someone whom she paid on a weekly bases.

But the thing that really surprised me was that my mother was a . She slept

with anyone for any amount of money. I could deal with my mother doing what she

needed to do to support our family, But sleeping with three men for as little

as twenty dollars, made me lose any respect that I had left for her. With things

seeming to fall apart at home, I had to drop out of school and get a job so I

wouldn't go hungry. I worked at different odd jobs as a waitress or cleaner but

was always let go when my mother would show up drunk or my father would go to

make a scene about me not being in school. Soon enough no place would want to

hire me so I wasn't left with much options.I ended up turning to the one that I

hated the most. I became what I had despised but saw no other way if I didn't

want to live on the streets starving. I lived a few years like this, though my so

called mother ended up running away with another man to have a 'normal' family

with him. I was left alone with my father who blamed me for my mother leaving.

He would come home nights drunk and would beat me, telling me I was nothing

but cheap trash that people would always use and throw away when they would

find something better.

 

I lived a few years of my life like this, slowly starting to believe that what my

father was saying about me was true. Each time I had an interest in anybody

they would pretend to like me for awhile. But once we shared a bed, they would

dump me and I would never see them again. I guess I hadn't paid attention to

my father to much, I hadn't noticed how jealous he was getting jealous of the

people I was seeing. That, and I was having with them without charge.

So one night he came home extremely drunk and pissed, he burst into my room

and began to beat me. I had tried my best to fight back but he was heavy set and

larger then me. He ended up knocking me out and taking me to some place. When

I came to, I was and chained to bed. He told me since I ruined his life, he

was going to ruin me so that no man would never want me. I wasn't sure how long

he kept me in that room. It was all a blur, the drugs he forced me to be calm so I

could 'service' customers and give him more money that he would gamble away.

But there was this one man who seemed to take pity on me, he would always come

back each day. Even though he would use my body, he said he would rescue me.

He ended up buying me from my father for half a million and part of me didn't

care. I just wanted to be away from my father and away from the drugs he put into

me. Though as soon as we had gotten to the man's apartment, I killed him. I just

couldn't take another man touching me. The thought made me puke up and want

to die. 

 

 

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