My mom was a drug addict. She smoked weed and did speed. She started sleeping with a garbage man. He was a drug dealer and she also was sleeping around. She did it i front of us and didn't care.
When my dad came back he devoriced her and left. He was a drunk any way and it was no big loss.
She got pregnant by a guy named Jonathan with my step sister kristian. He also molested me.
My mom found a guy to marry her named Ray Grimes. He was a manager of a transmission shop. He thought kris was his.
My sister was sleeping with him. I used to find them nude in bed together while my mom was in the next room. I don't think she cared as long as she had her drugs.
Kim had turned in to a real slut. She even would lay nude with her door open trying to get him in bed and show off her body to me. Kim would want to play a game where I would get undressed and she would act like she was spanking me. I was 8 year old.
But this time I was being molested by Ray and he was the second person Jonathan had already. He also had slept with Kim.
My mom knew and didn't care. She was getting money from my dad for us and that's what we were was a check. Most of the time we had no food and are clothes were torn and falling apart.
One time she sent me to steal bottles from Albertsons so we could have food. I even would dig in the trash and get food and bring it home. This made here happy.
Kim in the mean time was stealing from anyone and any where. And when she got caught she would blame me and I would get beaten.
One time Ray was drunk and could not find his gun; a 38. He accused me of taking it and took me to the garage and took of my paints and had me hold on to the car fender and beat me with a 2•4. My mom knew he did it. And was ok with it. The next day he found it in his tool box at work.
Another time I had a can of fuel explode in my face and got 2nd degree burns on my face. I made it to the bathroom and was trying to put water on it. My sister saw me and in stead of getting help left me and went out with her friend. By the time I was found I had to be taken to Balboa Navel hospital. After words my mom and one of her boyfriends beat me for getting hurt. He was a butcher at the store. And was a big man. I almost lost my sight.
Kim finally ran away with some guy named JC. A junkie 25 years older then her. She got pregnant at 15. They worked at some carnival.
I was left with my mom and Ray. At one point Ray got drunk and started beating my mom while she was holding kris. I tackled him and she ran. He beat me badly and got arrested. Only spent one day in jail. I spent days recovering.
The separated and she was back to sleeping around. And the drugs got worse and the beatings got worse.
I was already suicidal at the age of 10. I hated life and wanted out. I started cutting myself and started fighting. I also started hanging out with older kids and stealing cars.
My mom got me high the first time with her and my sister when I was 8. Also she had made brownies with drugs in them. I ate them and passed out in school and got sent home. I slept for 4 days. When I woke up I had to call her work and she told me what day it was. She didn't take me to a doctors because she didn't want to get in trouble.
I went around in clothes with holes and was continuously teased at school. This made me not want to go. And I wanted to die even more.
After a while I was being called in to the office because of all the marks from being beaten. My mom was being questioned. So she called the police and had me taken away for being so bad. Truth was I had been beaten with a bat and burned etc. I was taken to Juvenal hall.
I was locked in a cell alone and kept there for six months. A social worker named Mr Sinclair. He told me this would be my life now jail and prison. I was 11 years old. I started hating everyone.
I finally was taken to a boys home with gang members and kids other people didn't want. They treated us like we were trash. We were always hungary. We had to was there cars clean there houses. And if we were not being used as slave labor. We had a rock pile we would break rock all day. School was a joke. We sat for two hours looking at a book and that was our day. No work no questions. Then a staff member named Nitro used to molest the boys. After he tried with me. I ran away.
This started my life on the road hitch hiking. I made it all the way to Canada. I was 14.
As I grew up I traveled a lot. I hitchhied all over trying to survive. Very few nice people helped me. Mostly gay guys trying to take advantage of my age.
By the time I was 19 I was tired of having people look down at me and treat me like trash. I had to lie to everyone to get help to eat and not get sent back to the group homes. I started stealing cars and money so I could eat and get around without having guys try to pick me up.
I ran to Canada and got caught for GTA. I got a year and did my time in BC. Once my time was up I was deported. The staff a the center felt so bad about the way the group home treated me that they took me across the border and let me go. I had a warrant but they gave me a chance to be free again. This only lasted 15 days. Then I found myself locked up again. Which was no big deal. I had already served a lot of time in Juvenal jails.
I end up getting out and and staying at my moms for a mouth. Until one of her 45 year old friends started an affair with me. Her name was Tina. My mom got jealous and I moved in with her.
