Kid at Heart (Part 1)

I am one of a set of triplets and come from a family of twelve children not all from the same father. When I was around one year old, my real father had left our lives to go to another state for better living. And that was the last we saw of him until many years later.

My mother had gotten into a relationship with another man who became my step-father. I can remember from a very early age the drunken rages this man would go through and I to this day can still remember a lot of the whippings with belts that I had received at the hands of this man and remember a lot of the reasons as well.

Like using the last of the dish soap, dropping an egg, wetting the bed at an early age, playing like we were in a haunted house and we made too much noise. A lot of ridiculous reasons this man chose to beat me for and a lot of which were just every day childhood ways but to him where wrong.

Not only did I have to put up with the beatings from this man, I was sexually abused by my oldest half-sister as well and many times she would beat me with a belt. I remember one time definitely because I stole a dollar out of the kitchen drawer, she hit me with a belt fifty times.

She then told me that she had talked to my parents who were not home at the time and told me that they said that they did not want me anymore and that I need to keep watching out the window for a van from what she called the girls club.

She said that once I got there, they would beat me and make me work all day and not feed me good. I remember thinking like this would be any different then where I am right now? But I cried hard as I watched out that window until I fell asleep.