It all started when my parents started to have relationship problems. My dad became an alcoholic and my mom became a prostitute. My dad started beating me and it got to the point were he started to bring objects in to it like glass bottles, knifes, and he even burned me with cigars. My mom was never home to help me, there was never food just beer and cigars. One day while my dad was drunk (not surprise) drove after my mom because he found out she was cheating on him and he swerved off the road and hit three trees. I broke my arm and a rib, but dad was ok. After we where rushed to the hospital mom came to see us, of cores dad was going to fight with her. When we went home I asked my mom ¨Why do we still live with dad, theirs never food here your never here, he fucking beats me for crying out loud!¨. That night a man, a man completely in black came to me and said ¨Come with me boy, you will never be beat again, you will always have food boy.¨ I screamed and told him to get out. My dad ran in my room with a knife and slashes it down my face under my left eye. ¨Boy what did I tell you about screaming and wake me up!¨ Is what he screamed at me while he cut me.
