This Is About Music In General (story of my life), chapter 1
I was about five when I remember meeting my real father my mom had been married since I was three to my dad since I was three so I didn't remember my real father. My mom and dad were having marital problems and my mom called up Satan (my real father) to take me and my two brothers with him to Texas.
I remember the day I met him he was T.J.'s and my real dad. We were playing in the park across the street form my Aunt's house. We knew Satan came he was wearing black jeans black hat and a green button up shirt. I was afraid of him I didn't know why at that point. My mom talked to Satan for a while then we left her.
The first few weeks were okay we went to a water park and met my real grandma (Queen Satan) now know by that name. Then we moved out into the country. His new wife was evil. She had three kids a girl and two boys the youngest boy was T.J.'s and I age the older two were more my oldest brothers age. We spent maybe one month of the summer and in that time the abuse started. I dont remember everything I did. Some were bad grades, a bent picture, forgetting things, not combing my hair, breaking one of the plastic training wheels on my bike, and just stupid trivial things. The weapon of choice was a belt. The bruises ranges from high on my legs to my lower back and when my arms got in the way on my arms.
Satan threw my T.J. down the hall and he hit a closed door and gave him a bloody nose. My brother was so afraid of Satan. I remember my T.J. started dipping well both did actually and he quit when he threw up one time. I tried it but I didn't like the taste. I remember the evil wife she yelled at me all the time and when I was sick I still had to go to school.
One time I got locked in a room and told to do my own hair. I combed my hair but she wouldn't let me out so I started looking around I was in their bedroom. I lifted the mattress to the bed and saw a gun. I picked it up thinking I am going to kill them in their sleep and then I'll run away I had been saving money in a hidden jar. I put the gun down under the mattress where I found it because I knew if they found it on me I would get beatin. After about three months of this my mom came with my grandma to rescue me and my brothers. My daddy came back I was so happy and I had to go to therapy for three months and T.J who had got thrown down the hall had to go for six.
Then Satan came to my house and tried to get me and my brother back. My dad didn't let him too close to us but he didn't know what to do me and my brother ran away and started throwing rocks at him. My mom came home for work at the prison and she got him to go away. He tried to get his legal rights back but he didn't win I haven't seen him since I was five.
Everything went good I had friends and my life was back to normal. Well thats what I thought.
I remember the day I met him he was T.J.'s and my real dad. We were playing in the park across the street form my Aunt's house. We knew Satan came he was wearing black jeans black hat and a green button up shirt. I was afraid of him I didn't know why at that point. My mom talked to Satan for a while then we left her.
The first few weeks were okay we went to a water park and met my real grandma (Queen Satan) now know by that name. Then we moved out into the country. His new wife was evil. She had three kids a girl and two boys the youngest boy was T.J.'s and I age the older two were more my oldest brothers age. We spent maybe one month of the summer and in that time the abuse started. I dont remember everything I did. Some were bad grades, a bent picture, forgetting things, not combing my hair, breaking one of the plastic training wheels on my bike, and just stupid trivial things. The weapon of choice was a belt. The bruises ranges from high on my legs to my lower back and when my arms got in the way on my arms.
Satan threw my T.J. down the hall and he hit a closed door and gave him a bloody nose. My brother was so afraid of Satan. I remember my T.J. started dipping well both did actually and he quit when he threw up one time. I tried it but I didn't like the taste. I remember the evil wife she yelled at me all the time and when I was sick I still had to go to school.
One time I got locked in a room and told to do my own hair. I combed my hair but she wouldn't let me out so I started looking around I was in their bedroom. I lifted the mattress to the bed and saw a gun. I picked it up thinking I am going to kill them in their sleep and then I'll run away I had been saving money in a hidden jar. I put the gun down under the mattress where I found it because I knew if they found it on me I would get beatin. After about three months of this my mom came with my grandma to rescue me and my brothers. My daddy came back I was so happy and I had to go to therapy for three months and T.J who had got thrown down the hall had to go for six.
Then Satan came to my house and tried to get me and my brother back. My dad didn't let him too close to us but he didn't know what to do me and my brother ran away and started throwing rocks at him. My mom came home for work at the prison and she got him to go away. He tried to get his legal rights back but he didn't win I haven't seen him since I was five.
Everything went good I had friends and my life was back to normal. Well thats what I thought.
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