Finding my own way

Hey my name is Si'Mya and I live with my crack head mother and drug dealer dad. But things were never like this. I had an older brother named Jay. We were like that happy family you'll see in a magazine. I was 10 when I found out that my brother was in the game, no one knew but me. When I was 13 years old, my brother was gone. My mother cried all night that night and dad turned into a person I never seen before. He would beat my mother every day and if i tried to help her he would beat me too. When my teachers ask me what happen, I would look at it and say it was nothing.

But back to me. I'm 5'3, I'm black and barbadian(I'm from barbados), I have reddish-brown hair. I live in Brooklyn,New York and I live in the projects. People around her just shoot and ask questions later. The apartment itself looked like a hot ass mess. mice in all the rooms the bathroom looked like a pig pen, but that's what we can afford. I thought about what like would of been like if my brother never died. My thoughts were interrupted to my dad yelling at my mom, telling her to get on her knees. He slapped the shit out of her and pointed to his ''friend'', she shook her head no and he slapped her again. She looked at it and did what she did.

''NEXT TIME I TELL YOU TO DO SOMETHING YOU BETTER DO IT BITCH!" He said to her as she cried. I went back into my room and lied down on my bed and closing my eyes shut. I was going to take a nap when there was a knock at my door....... it was my mother. She looked sad and anger. She sat down on my bed and looked at me. She stared crying and said something I'll never forget

''baby.... I need you to let you'r father have sex with you"

Hey guys this is my first book so let me know what you think ......... and comment and vote thanks loves