The blossoms

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Shortly later we ended up needing to move, this man wouldn't work bust instead would use all of my mom earned money leaving us broke. The pace we found was not the best, we moved into town houses, the neighborhood filled with druggies, and to top it all of we lived behind a motel known for murders and drug overdoses. If that doesn't set the scene of disaster then what will. Being young when we first moved there I wasn't aware of the horror awaiting outside the doors, only the one standing there beside me. 

He couldn't do much to me in my bedroom anymore, I shared a bed with my sister and a room with my brother as well. that never discouraged him though, he would find other ways to continue the torture. By this time in my life I was 10, beaten nearly every day, had no self esteem,  was being molested at home, then bullied at school. i truly felt like a lost soul, the tortures only continued when we discovered our apartment was haunted. You can believe what you will but when you are being attacked by a black shadow then we can talk. 

At the age of 10 I learned how to clean and take care of a household while also trying to keep good grades. He had high standards he expected when it came to how clean he wanted the house, If i passes his unreasonable time limit for cleaning then came more physical abuse. The worst was when I wanted to use the computer or get to go outside, I had to allow myself to be molested to gain access to those things. 

I always lay here and wonder now, what else could I have done to make it all stop, to be allowed to be a child. I wondered why a lot back then on why I was the one in charge of raising my siblings, even when we went somewhere I was the one put in charge of them, I was the one to feed hem dinner at night, why I had to be their main caregiver when I could barely even care for myself.