Chapter 3 No where safe to go...

Chapter 2

Joslyn's pov

My dad did try coming back three weeks later, but my mom wouldn't take him back. I was happy because I finally thought our life would get better. I was so young and naive. I think happiness was meant for everyone but me.

My mom would just sit and cry. I felt like she blamed us for the reason everything happened. If I or my brothers would make her mad, she would hit us. The one person that knew how it felt to be abused was now abusing us. I wanted to just curl up and die. The only time I was happy was when I was in school.

I had some great friends. Me and my brothers became even closer over the years as we endured the abuse together. My mom was literally losing it. She ended up having to be put in the hospital. Our grandma watched us since we all lived with her.

I would help my grandma cook and clean as well as watch my brothers. I was only nine or ten at the time, but I was forced to grow up. I forgot what it felt like to be a family. Forgot what true happiness felt like. I would smile, but it was only so people wouldn't see the pain that lay beneath.

I was truly broken, and I was just a child.

To me people that said they loved you hurt you the most. I remember going to church, and the preacher told me it was my fault my dad touched me. That I must have did something. I walked out and never went back. I know now it wasn't my fault, but then I felt like everything I did was wrong.

School started to even become torture. I didn't have the latest fashions, so kids started to become cruel. My mom was on welfare, so we didn't have much. Everywhere I went to was torture. I got beat on at home and bullied at school. All I wanted was to die.