The Unspoken Reality in My Story

I’ll keep it simple.
I don’t have an easy life. Writing has always been my remedy.
At 5 years old, my 2 brothers, Trevor and Alex, and myself was abandoned at the babysitters’ by our biological mother.
A whole year was spent with our grandparents.
our grandparents remodeled their house,
changed vehicles,
and sent us to school.
No communication whatsoever from our biological mother.
It was like she dropped off the face of the Earth.
On the court date that would soon decide our fate…rest on the fact that our biological mother would not show.
But she did.
All she had to say was, “I want my kids back.”
And without question…
The judge granted her wishes.
My 2 brothers and I were safe for a whole year.
The rest of my life was lived in utter torture.
I was abused physically, emotionally, and sexually from birth to 5 years of age.
And 6-16 years of age.
I ran away at 16 years old.
Unfortunately, I left 3 of my 5 brothers behind to suffer abuse alone and without me to take care of them.
I was afraid to be forced back home by police.
I hid out till I was 17 years old–the age of majority.
It has been 3 years since then. Now I am able to tell my story without fear.
I have fought hard to be where I am as a person.
I am not a survivor of rape, depression, and even death.
Instead, I am a fighter. “It’s hard to fight when the fight ain’t fair.” -Taylor Swift