My mom was a 16 year old freshman when she got pregnant with me, her first. She gave up her life for me, my dad was 19 and a complete idiot. He told her he "loved" her and she believed him. After I was born my dad claimed that I wasn't his even though I looked exactly like him. My mom and him split up for a year. When I was one my mom and my dad tried to make things work. He took her out to see a movie while I stayed with his mother. A few days later she found out she was pregnant again, eight months later comes along my baby brother, who my dad claimed wasn't his again. My dad left the picture and my mom got married to my step-dad, who was abusive. I saw him hit my mother almost everyday for five years.

When I started kindergarten my sister was born. My mother's husband's brother was over to watch a movie with all of us. They got into a huge fist fight and his brother called 911. The police showed up with my bio dad and grandmother. When my mom was arrested I was supposed to live with her mother, and I did for a few weeks until my dad showed up to pick us up. We moved around for years but I thought I finally had a dad, even if he did have a new girlfriend every week and he was abusive, I just wanted a dad like everyone else. He had never physically hurt me but he told me I was worthless and that no one would ever love me, he did hurt my sister Savannah and my brother Dylan, Savannah had a different mom as well as Kaydence, Zander, Charlie, Junior, Colton and Khaos. He had allot of kids. I started seeing my mom but stopped so I had more time with my dad, time passed and things were the same, he was still abusive, mean and never around. It was the end of fifth grade when things got bad, I had grown up and realized what he was doing was wrong. My brother had moved in with my mom and I stayed with my dad. We were going to go pick up my sister Kaydence who was like my best friend and we were going to go to the mall. I got in the shower and heard his girlfriend screaming, so I wrapped my towel around me and walked out to see that he was choking her, I grabbed my phone turned the water back on so he didn't hear me and called the police. I told her to grab my baby brother and go to her sisters, who lived down the street. I packed a bag and left it in my room. He was listening to my favorite song when the police came and busted through the door. I was scared and crying and I felt bad but I knew that he was making bad decisions. I had already had my friends mom coming to pick me up and take me to my grandmothers and that is where I went. I stayed there for a week and the last day we went shopping, I didn't want my mom to pick me up but she did. I had started fighting with her constantly, started getting in trouble and not being the good girl I was.

Three years later things had started looking up until one day after school my mom had got a call that my great grandpa passed away on my dads side. I never really had a grandpa other than one on my mother's side. My grandmother picked my brother and I up from school one day and we drove to pennsylvania to go to the funeral. We stayed in a hotel and it was the first time I got to see my sister in years and I was so happy except for the fact that we were attending a funeral. My dad wasn't supposed to come but he did. I had a sister I didn't even know about and she was already a year old. After the funeral everything went back to normal, I didn't see my dad or anyone. Until a year later my dad's stepdad passed and him and I were very close. My mom wasn't home when I got the message I dropped to the floor in tears and I couldn't breathe, that's when my anxiety kicked in. We went to the showing, funeral and the burial. It was hard, it really was. I started seeing my dad again and I was so happy I thought he had changed but two months later he became the same man he was before, started putting things in my head that I actually believed. I was lost and got into really big trouble started smoking,vaping and getting high all the time, ended up on probation. Three months after I was still on probation and involved in a whole bunch of programs and found out my favorite grandfather got in a really bad motorcycle accident, he was paralyzed from the neck down, head split open and there was a slight chance of him surviving. He didn't survived and I was crushed and not to mention the day kept getting worse. I couldn't eat, or sleep or anything for days almost weeks. My dad told me he didn't want me that same day. It's been a month now, my grandfathers celebration of life has passed and I'm getting so much better, Still on probation, but I now know what is right from wrong again.