I hate being forced to do things that I don't want to. I don't mean going to the grocery store, or babysitting your sister when you have plans. That's impossible, seeing that I don't have a sister. I'm an only child. I wonder what it feels like to be a role model to someone. Sometimes, I'm glad I don't have a little sister to look up to me because I would be afraid of messing her up. I also wouldn't be able to protect her since I can't even protect myself.
When my father first started abusing me, I didn't have anyone to tell. I didn't want to. My mother drowned when I was 4. My father would be so angry from the loss he would start beating me. I'm sure his alcohol problem contributed a huge part to the problem. It was getting to a point where I would come to school bruised and have black eyes. My best friend was suspicious and wasn't buying my stories anymore. She finally got it out of me and told her mom after I told her no to. She never really listened to me anyways, so it w