Adolescent Me Part 2

John 8:44 Ye are of your father the devil, and the lusts of your father ye will do. He was a murderer from the beginning, and abode not in the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he speaketh a lie, he speaketh of his own: for he is a liar, and the father of it.

At age 14 I had just lost my virginity to the boy that I thought I loved. The boy that I thought about day and night. Then, in the blink of an eye, he didn’t want me anymore. I went to stay with my friend for the weekend and we went to the bowling alley to confront him. I was outside crying and begging him not to leave me, and he nonchalantly turned around and got into a vehicle with another girl. It didn’t phase him in the least that I was standing there pouring my heart out to him.

Life at home was getting worse by the day. I was being forced to be grown at the age of 14. I was raising my four-year-old little sister. I forgot to mention that when I went to stay with my friends I would have to take her with me. My mom would sometimes make me stay home from school so that I could watch my sister while she slept. One night my mom and my dad were fighting while I was in the kitchen washing dishes. They had walked into the kitchen where I was. The fight escalated. I stood up and folded my arms trying not to say anything so that the attention did not get turn toward me. My dad screamed at me “WHAT THE F*** IS YOUR PROBLEM, YOU WANT SOME TOO?” He rared back, and with both hands, pushed me as hard as he could. I landed on my butt about seven or eight feet away. I had landed on the floor of my bedroom. He came in there and grabbed me up by my throat and slung me on my bed. He told me to stay in there the rest of the night and he dared me to try and leave. That night I decided “I could not live like this anymore!”. I waited up until he went to sleep and I packed a small bag with all of my important stuff in it. I hid the bag behind the front door. The next morning my parents acted like nothing had ever happened. When the school bus ran I hugged and kissed them both and on the way out the door I grabbed my bag. That was the last time I would ever live under the same roof with my parents ever again. After school that day I went to a friend’s house and called Amy. Amy and her parents came and picked me up that evening.

The next morning my parents showed up. My mom came in while my dad stayed in the car. My mom was furious! I begged her not to tell my dad that I was there. I said “mama you know he’s going to hurt me if you make me go”. She did not make me go, and she told my dad that I was not there. A couple of days later Amy’s parents took me to the Department of Human Services. I told the social worker what happened and they placed me in a foster home.  I liked it there! The foster mom would let us smoke. She would use our allowance that we got from the DHS to buy us a carton of cigarettes. There were two other teen girls that lived there; Jennifer and Natasha. Six or seven months after I moved into the foster home Natasha and I got caught sneaking out the window. We both were sent to a behavioral center in Olive Branch Mississippi called Parkwood. I had to stay there two weeks, but Natasha had to stay 9 months. My foster mother had been fostering a little boy since he was 5 weeks old. When he was 2 years old he was adopted. This really upset my foster mother because the state had promised her that she would have the opportunity to adopt him. After he was adopted out She was not the same. She started taking pills and sleeping a lot. Jennifer moved out and moved in with her dad. I was the only one left. It got to the point to where I was practically having to take care of my foster mom. So I contacted the Department of Human Services and told them what was going on. They moved me to a different foster home. It was a little old couple that didn’t have any other kids living there. About a month after I was there I got caught smoking cigarettes and they requested that I be moved from the home. The state moved me to another foster home, but this time it was about an hour and a half away. So I was away from everyone I knew. I hated it there! While I was there I found out that my mom had left my dad. I started refusing to go to school and I even refused to eat. I wanted to live with my mom. My social worker came and got me and took me to where my mom worked and just drop me out. This is where things really took a turn for the worse.

Drug addiction begins…

To be continued…


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