My Story.....

Shyanne

When I was a small child, and under the age of five I had a babysitter. I loved her dearly, but her grandson was a different story. One day I was in the room I stayed in and he came in there. I didn't think anything of it until he came over to me and whispered in my ear. i remember he saying something like if I tell anyone what he was about to do then I would regret it. Then he said,"If you don't do what I tell you I will beat you." He pulled out his male part and told me to suck it. I did what he said because I thought that would be better than getting beat. Even though I did exactly as he had said to, he still beat me. He made me start doing that to his friends. One night I was in my room and he came in. I thought I knew what was about to happen,but he took my pants off. Then one of his friends came in there and told him to stop. He actually cared and wasn't mean. I moved and never went back. It was the summer of 2003 and my mom was pregnant. We were all going to go camping. Daddy didn't go and I wanted to stay with him, but my mom wouldn't let me. It was July 4,2003 and about 3 A.M. and my grandma calls us. She said she had some very bad news and keep in mind I'm only five, so I didn't know what to think. Mom called us in the room one by one and when it was my turn I remember my grandma telling me that my daddy had wrecked. I knew right then that he was dead and wouldn't be waiting on me to get home like he promised me. My mom remarried and they fought all the time. they would do horrible things like try to shoot each other or run the other one over in the truck. It was a horrible childhood. Then we moved to West Monroe and I got into drugs, drinking, and smoking but it kept me in trouble. I moved two more times and it was really hard but I was a happy person. Then I met the love of my life. We dated for awhile and then he broke up with me for some hoes. I cried and wouldn't eat. I would wake up in the middle of the night crying and screaming for him but he never showed up. I was a completely different person. I went emo and didn't care what people thought. I was hurting myself to feel better. I wanted to die because he hurt me so bad! I found someone else later on and thought that he was going to be a good guy, but in the end I got the truth. He might have cared I'm not sure. All he did was lie to me and went behind my back when I went out of town and slept with my best friend. I now have someone else and he makes me happy! I don't trust anyone anymore and no one will get my heart because I can't afford to let it get broken again....