so, i used to live in this little city called biddeford maine. i had so many friends their, i loved it. my dad worked night shits at poland spring & he was an abuser. when he would come home from work, he would beat me & my mom, then have a few beers & go get high in the shed. i would ask him to stop but then i would get smacked around. heres a little story about my dad : i was outside hanging with a few of my friends & i heard my dad yelling to me. i was so scared i just acted like i didn't hear him. but then his voice started to get softer, so then i knew something was wrong. i went inside & found my dad laying on the floor with his head cut wide open. i was freaking out. i asked to call the cops & he said no, just call my mom. so i did, but she didn't answer, so once i saw him starting to get weaker, i called the emergency room & within seconds they were there helping my dad out. it was heartbreaking to me to watch my dad go away like that. but once he came back from the hospital, he just started smacking me around. but the next day, i went to school with a bruise on my arm. the teacher called DHS & after that, my dad never laid a finger on me.
my mom worked during the day & had 2 jobs, so it was very rare to sit down on the couch to watch a family movie. but once this really bad guy bought a store she was working at, she ended up quitting her job because she was worried something bad was going to happen. a few months after she quit, that store was robbed.
after a few months, my mom & my dad got a divorce. then my dad started working day shifts and my mom had 1 job. i started seeing my dad when he had the day off, and when he could pick me up. at first i thought it was the best thing that has ever happened to me! 2 christmases, 2 birthday parties, how much better can life get?! but then i realized, it was the worst thing that has ever happened. i missed having my parents together. then my mom brought this guy into her life. at first i liked him, but now i hate him! he tries to get me into trouble everyday of my life & i hate it. i tried telling my mom but she won't do anything. after a few years of being together, they decided to move down to Massachusetts. i thought it was going to be awesome! but once i got here, i was terrified. i miss my dad my friends and my family. before i moved down here, i was tighter to my dad more than santa clause in skinny jeans, and now things are ruined. ever since we moved here, my mom and her boyfriend have been fighting, i brought up a bunch of times that i wanted to move back to maine with my dad, and she either ignores me, or tells me i can't make that decision... im 14, i can choose whether i want to live with my mom or dad without her telling me no. my dad even said it was fine! but i can't.
the school's suck down here. i just want to go back to my home town and make things better. me and my friends are starting to grow distant. i barley get to see them anymore and i miss them like crazy. not to mention, im the only white girl in my school. yeah, thats right. my school is full of black kids and its just embarrassing! now tell me, who has a worse life than that? | |
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