Chapter 4 How much worse can it get

On top of it already being the six of us we were going to add two more people in our messed up lives. I was right not to want them to be staying with us. My life was already horrible to start off with or so I thought, it only got worse from there. Needless to say I ended up on nerve medication before I was twelve years old. It was like a party house all the time. Heaven forbid the adults go out of town to do a job because it would only get worse. Why wouldn't it there was no supervision after all.

I didn't miss my farther while he was gone because of the way he always treated me, he was one of the worse that put me down. Just so happened that he would do it in front of the others which only made everything worse than it already was. I guess finding out when you were ten years old that your mother who you thought was nice and loved you tried to kill you before you were even here on purpose. Unfortunately someone had other plans consideration that I was stubborn enough a fetus not to give up none of them got what they wanted. So between the other's knowing of all of this it made matters worse. They actually thought that it was ok for them to talk down to me.