The sunset strip girl

Baby Katherina

Well here we go. This is my story.
Where should i begin. My name is Katherina Sophia Rodriguez, i was born on 1965 in Dominican Republic.
My life as a baby was how should i say, sad tragic stressful. My father was a military commander, and my mom was taking care of me. My father never allowed my mom to go to work. Beside to that, my father was a very aggressive man.
He use to beat me and my mom up, the only thing he knew to do was to come home beat my mom up for no reason and then me. He use to take out his belt and beat me up with it. I saw him many times putting the gun on my moms head. I was only 3 years old when i saw him how he raped her in front of my eyes. He use to tell me every morning before I will go to kindergarten "if you ever tell somebody what's going on in this house, I will kill you with my own hands."
We moved in Puerto Rico because my dad wanted so. Is was far away from my grandparents and from my best friend Noa.

My life as a kid was never normal. I use to see other children how happy they were playing outside. How many toys they had. I never had toys, the only thing I had was my grandfather guitar. Yeah my grandfather was a badass.
As a family we were very poor, but every time my dad was with month not at home because of work my mom was working without him to know. So my mom was trying her best to make me happy.

About my mom tho..
my dad shoot her in head after we both tried to escape my dad. My mom died when I was only 5 years old.

After my mom died i had to look out for myself. My dad was going to work sometimes for month or weeks and he never let me food or money. I think he didn't even cared about me. I remember he use to shave my hair to not look like a girl.

Well I tried to take care of myself. For a 6 year old was it very hard. I learned how to cook clean, and most important i was making money. I started to work for a drug dealer.
I used to divide grass into bags and at midnight,i would go out to the street, whoever stopped I would give a bag.

But however i made it. I made enough of money. But I had very big problems. After my mom died i had a lot of nightmares, my anxiety will getting worser so i started smoking weed.
From one joint i smoked 5 to 8 in a day.

You know this is the time when i realize how much i had to get thru, but it's alright tho, i think god really wanted this to be like the way it is.
But however I made money so i got out of the stuff that i use to do on the street. So i came back home to my best friend Noa. She and her mom moved to Puerto Rico a year after my family moved here. Her mom and my mom were best friends too, they have been together in the same school high school and all that shit.
My plan was making money and leave this country. I got to noas house and I talked to her and her mom. I've made enough of money for all us three so we can go to USA.

The night before i got home to pack stuff and my father was there on the couch drinking his beer and watching a picture of me and my mom. Well I think this was the moment when he released what he did. So got in my room and started to pack my stuff he came after me and told me "You know, every time when i look at you, you remind me of your mother. But listen to me Soph, im proud of you, you do a great job even tho im not here. I know I did a huge mistake. I know i messed up and I'm sorry. But you can't leave. You're way to young to live alone. Please let's just talk about everything and i promise i will be forever next to your side. Just give me another chance."

I was a kid. I grown, i mean i know that i was only 7 years old but i had to grown faster. I had to lern how to take care of myself and how to survive out there. And i really did. I didn't need him or anything else i just wanted to leave this country and to start over. I was hurt and depressed, uh i miss my mom more then anything. I really need to stop to blame myself for my moms death. But i couldn't, every time when i try to sleep i dream about her. And i wished so bad that I've could be a little older so i could help my mom to escape him. But i couldn't and i can fucking stop thinking about what happened to her and how nobody will believe me that my father is the one who shoot her and not herself.
Well whatever i got out of the house and the last thing i said to him " i will go, and I will live alone, I will survive alone, and im gonna show you what I can do. But you will never ever see me again. And yeah you messed up. But what you did you can't make it good again, never."
That was the last time I saw his eyes.

So after all those bad things and after losing the most beautiful woman in my life i decide to start over.
Me Noa and her mom took the first fly to New York.
There noas mom found a beautiful apartment. And Noa started her school.
I never liked school, every one use to bully me for being poor or because of my short hair cut, and worse i got born with two different eye color, my right eye is a dark brown color and the left one is a blue color. Kids use to make fun of me because of that. So i decide to not go to school. I started to work at a Chinese restaurant. Noas mom made me a fake Id so they will let me work. Oh.. and Noas mom works at a hair salon.
I worked at the Chinese restaurant for 4 month until they told me that they have to much people working there, and that they don't need me anymore. At least the motherfuckers paid me good. Then I found a sex shop and worked there for a hole year. It was fun. Alot of weird things happened there but it was cool.
So until 12 years old I worked and helped noas mom with her own salon. Then all I can say is that my addiction for Alkohol and drugs was getting worser.

So here i am with 14 trying to get sober after i fucked up pretty much. So i had to take a decision do i either live and make my mom proud from up there. That I will be someone one day and that i can make it all alone, or do I choose to die and go next to my mom, but not being able to be who i really want to be.
So i got sober. It was weird but i did it. My anxiety was not that bad anymore and i didn't have no nightmares. My father never tried to call. But I'm happy with my life right now. I'm happy I see the things different. So I decide to go away from New York. I wanted to live alone to be a model but i still want tho to have my own band.
My grandfather gave me his first guitar after my family moved to Puerto Rico. So since then I play pretty fucking cool the guitar and the drums i have a friend that learned me how to play.
I took noas mom car and hit it to La.

Here is were my story begins.

I'm sorry this was a very long intro. And I think confusing to.
I try to get better in writing the story.