Hey my name is miracle but everyone calls me pooh im 5'2 and im sixteen i have a older brother he a protective bro ( if u know what i mean) my parents argue to much. My granny came to stay with us but it still goes on no matter what bad things has happened to me like, rape, abused my life is just messed is what you can say until i met mindless behavior

                                                the night before the concert

Pooh:Im bored

PDad:Well you want me to entertain you

Pooh: never mind gues ill just call cali

PDad: no way u be on the phone to much

Pooh: no i do not *whispers* u be on the damn phone to much

PDad: i heard that * hits her*

Pooh: *holds her face and runs upstairs crying to her big bro De'Andre he a year older than her*

                          in De'Andre room

De'Andre: what happened did he hit you i promise i will beat his ass and you know that

Pooh: yeah he did and plz dont hes stronger than you remember he been in the army you dont kow what he might have behind his back.

De'Andre: ion care he still aint have no right to do that cause he got mad at somebody else


De'Andre: what did you do to make him mad

Pooh: he said i be on the phone to much i said no i dont you do so he got mad and hit me im fed up with this shit bro imma leave they ass i promise.

De'Andre: how long we been goin through this almost eightteen years and thats alot just wait till school over then we gone ide.

Pooh: ide good night im finna go talk to granny, granny you woke!!

Granny: yeah sweetie

Pooh: can i talk to you for a minute

Granny: of course you can

                                             They granny room

Pooh: Im tired of it imma run away he just ugh

Granny: sweetie just dont try to make him mad

Pooh: i just say simple things and he get mad and feels like he need to hit me for no reason

Granny: Its not like he did worse


Granny: what he do to you you know what i got up in this purse here and i aint afraid to use it on his ass

Pooh: i have said enough

Granny: no you didnt now come sit your ass back down

Pooh: fine

Granny: what he do

Pooh: *starts crying and then starts crying even harder* he raped me *starts breathing heavy and crys even worser*

Granny: thats it *gets up and get her gun out her purse even tho she 60 she dont act like*

Pooh: no granny plz its k he stronger than you