At the age of 6, my mother married a man named Greg Johnson.
The first few months were great. Being that it was just me and my mom for 3 years, we were happy to have another person join our small family. Every Sunday, after church, Greg would take us out for ice cream. We created some of my favorite memories with him. But then Greg lost his job at a big company he was working for.
On my 7th birthday, Greg came home with a bottle in each hand. Needless to say, things didn't end well for Mom and I that night. It was the first time in my 7 years of life, that I'd been struck by anyone. And by my own father.
After that, things didn't get much better.
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The Aftermath
Teen Fiction"Why are you like this? Who hurt you?" He questioned, his eyes turning dark as he stared into mine. His voice was harsh, but not accusing. "We were just trying to do something nice for you." "Oh my 7th birthday, I got a beating as a gift. And on my...
