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My Life

Creative Created on 3-21-08 Views(50) Story Rating G

From the time I was two years my biological mother beat me.She beat me every day no matter what,even if I didn't do anything at all wrong.She never beat my sister Farrah who is a year and five months older than myself.Never touched her at all.I was the only one out of her four children that she beat and I am the youngest out of all four.My two oldest siblings are only half and were living with their biological father at the time all this happened.They didn't even know because I dared not tell a soul in fear of getting beat worse.I had my hand slammed in a door on purpose,I had my head slammed in a door twice and in a window three times.That was the least of my worries though.My mother beat me every day of my from the time I was two years old until I was nine years old.I remember that day so clearly as though it was just yesterday.It was September 9,2000 just a short eight years ago when I was released from that terrible life that I was forced to lead.On that day my mother and I had gotten into a fight it was the first time I had ever fought back against my mother in my entire life.I decided that would be the last time she ever laid a hand on me and I was right.After our fight my mother picked up a bottle of liquior and drank herself to sleep and I called the cops whie she was asleep.When she woke up Farrah and I had our things packed and a social worker was on her way to come pick us up from our mother's custody.The only time I see her now is when I go to court ever year to review my court case to see if my father or her can ever get me back which I doubt either of them ever will.At the time my mother was beating me from the age of two until I was nine my father had been away in the Navy.He didn't even know about what my mother had done to me while he was gone until I told him last year after court and then for the first time in my life I saw my father cry.I love my father dearly but my mother is dead to me as I see it.Now I am residing in a Foster Home and will do so until I am out of college.I've been into 23 different homes since I was nine years old and my sister Farrah has been with me in every one of those homes.We have only been split up once since we have been in the system and that only lasted one week.I am greatful that my sister has been with me through all the tuff times,the tears,and the trials.

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On March 27th 2008 KAVIE Said :
KAVIE SORRY TO HEAR THAT YA MOST OF MY FAMILY DOSE GRUGS I KINDA KNOW HOW U FELL IVE BEEN A GROOP HOME TO I WENT TO 5 GROOP HOMES IN A YEAR AND A HALF I A WALED 2 TIMES SO THAY SENT ME TO JUVIE I STAYED THERE FOR 6 MONTHS ALL BECAUSE MY MOM WAS REAL STRUNG OUT ON DRUGS AND MY DAD HAS BEEN IN JAIL MY HOLE LIFE SOO YA BUT I KNOW HOW U FELL SOME WHAT
On March 23rd 2008 andy721 Said :
andy721 Wow I actually got terry eyed reading this, I'm sorry it went like that in your life at least you finally got out of it and moved on. Hope everything is turning out better for you now.