Wild and Wicked

My life wasn’t all that glamours growing up. I have had to work my ass off to get where I am today. Without all my blood, sweat and tears I wouldn’t be New Yorks #1 Interior Designers. Let’s go down memory lane so I can remember how hard I’ve had to fight. I have an older brother; Jeff. He is only a 4 years older than me, but he stepped up to help raise me when my dad left when I was 10. My mom decided booze and men were more important than us. Our uncle helped with Jeff’s hockey so he had an outlet but little did we know that he would get drafted to the NHL at 18. He didn’t want to leave me behind but unfortunately he had no choice. I was stuck with our mother, and let me just say all my nightmares came true. One night my mom had went to the bar and brought a man home, they were hammered and I guess my mom must have passed out. I heard my door open and I woke up to a man standing over my bed, I went to scream and he put his hand over my mouth, and ripped my blankets away from me, and pulled me close to him and pulled my pj pants off and had me pinned down, he took his other hand and unzipped his pants and next thing I knew what was happening he entered me in one swift movement and all I could do was wince in pain. He pounded into me over and over again and I just laid there with tears running down me. When he was finished he pulled his pants up and removed his hand from my mouth and walked away and left our house. When I could gather up the strength to sit up, I looked down on my bed and saw so much blood. I picked up my phone and called my brother. He answered on the second ring and I told him everything that had just happened, it took him a minute to say something. He was so angry and sick to his stomach, he put me on hold and called 911 and stayed on the line with me until they showed up. When they got to the house, I was passing in and out from the blood loss. Last thing I remember was my brother yelling into the phone that he loved me and next thing I knew I was out cold. The paramedics got me to the hospital and I was rushed into surgery. Jeff was there when I woke up and it looked like he was crying. He told me that I had been brutally r***d and he had tore me and the doctors had to stitch me up and I had to get a blood transfusion because of all the blood loss. I couldn’t believe what had happened and I was disgusted with our mother. While I was recovering in the hospital my brother got his lawyer to issue a emergency custody hearing for me to get out of my mothers care, when the judge heard what had happened they granted my brother full custody and my mother went to jail for child endangerment. I had become a shell of a human after the ordeal and my brother didn’t know how to help me, he did find me the best therapist in New York to help me with my trauma. When I graduated high school at 17. I got accepted into Interior Architecture and Design in Las Vegas. I needed this, a fresh start. I had worked 2 jobs while in High School to afford to pay for University, Jeff tried to pay my way but I refused, he had done enough for me. He was devastated when I told him I was leaving to Las Vegas, but he understood I needed to do this. I was only going to be away for 4 years, and I was determined to be the best version of myself before I came back to New York. 3 years later….