Promise Of A Lifetime
Memories Kill Me
"Your turn Billy." My ingrate father said to my brother as he left the room. My father had me tied to the bed so I couldn't run away as the men took their turns on me. I felt every pain and I screamed as loud as I could but it was muffled by something being shoved into my mouth. I felt every hand hit me harder and harder as they all beat me all at once.
When my brother finished my uncle came in...He was the roughest with me and I hated it...He punched me in the gut before ramming himself inside of me.
I shot straight up in the bed sweating. I got up and slowly went into the bathroom and splashed my face with cold water. I looked at myself in the mirror disgusted. I looked down at my arms and seen the healed up wounds on my arms. I wanted to do it again so badly. I took a shaving razor and cut my arms in all directions. I didn't care anymore. Being in this foster home was almost like living with my family before they got rid of me. I looked at my phone and seen it was 2 in the morning. I did odd jobs around the neighborhood and here at the house just to save up enough money to move away. I'll be 18 in 4 weeks and I was leaving now. I wasn't going to take going downstairs to see my foster parents drunk and giving those fucking bitches they call daughters praises. I got myself dressed in black skinny jeans that had chains hanging from them.
I wore a long sleeve Avenged Sevenfold shirt and my Harley-Davidson Biker Boots. I looked under the sink in my room and began dying my hair. When I was finished my hair went from being light brown to jet black with neon green streaks and red on the ends. I started packing my shit to leave but at least I had enough money to get me a plane ticket to anywhere I wanted to go. I've always wanted to see California so I was going there. From the pictures I've seen of the beaches I knew exactly where I was going. Huntington Beach.
When my brother finished my uncle came in...He was the roughest with me and I hated it...He punched me in the gut before ramming himself inside of me.
I shot straight up in the bed sweating. I got up and slowly went into the bathroom and splashed my face with cold water. I looked at myself in the mirror disgusted. I looked down at my arms and seen the healed up wounds on my arms. I wanted to do it again so badly. I took a shaving razor and cut my arms in all directions. I didn't care anymore. Being in this foster home was almost like living with my family before they got rid of me. I looked at my phone and seen it was 2 in the morning. I did odd jobs around the neighborhood and here at the house just to save up enough money to move away. I'll be 18 in 4 weeks and I was leaving now. I wasn't going to take going downstairs to see my foster parents drunk and giving those fucking bitches they call daughters praises. I got myself dressed in black skinny jeans that had chains hanging from them.
I wore a long sleeve Avenged Sevenfold shirt and my Harley-Davidson Biker Boots. I looked under the sink in my room and began dying my hair. When I was finished my hair went from being light brown to jet black with neon green streaks and red on the ends. I started packing my shit to leave but at least I had enough money to get me a plane ticket to anywhere I wanted to go. I've always wanted to see California so I was going there. From the pictures I've seen of the beaches I knew exactly where I was going. Huntington Beach.
Notes
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11/13/13