I stood in the doorway yelling and crying. “Stop! Stop hitting my mom! Mommy!” I yelled while I was crying. Jay threw the wood down. Then he started stomping my mom with his boots on. He was beating my mom in her head, and he was stomping her so badly, that she peed on herself. Then Jay ran out of the room, and he ran downstairs. He got his son and his nephew and they left. I ran over to my mom as I was crying. My mom said bravely, “Cupcake, everything is going to be ok. Stop crying ok.” My mom was in more pain than me, and even then she would act like everything would be okay, but I was eleven years old. So, I knew it wasn’t okay.
About the Author
I want to let people know where I came from, and who I was before I became an author and how I over came my past. Just know your struggle can be ten times worst than mines, but you can over come your past too.