OK, so here's the backstory. Every day, I will come home from school and fight my dad. You heard me, after school I have to fight my dad. It's not a typo.I have to fight my drunk dad. When I come home from school my dad is drunk and I have to portet my younger brother and sister. I can't tell the police. I already tried to, but my dad said "Well, she had a knife on me."
And of course, they bought it.I had to go to juvie for two days. When I came back I had no friends, everybody hated me, and the teachers had an eye on me. I go to school, fight my dad, put my younger siblings to bed, tend to my wounds (if I have any), and last but not least, cry myself to sleep. I will remember the day that my life turned around forever. That day was 5-22-15. That was the day... I met him.