Chapter 1
All my life I never met my parents. I was just found outside the foster home in a basinet. Starting that day I was placed in foster care. A few weeks since I was placed in the orphanage, a newly wedded couple came and took me in. They never had a kid. They treated me like their real daughter and they gave me their love. But the scenario soon ended. It was my 7th birthday and we were on our way to an amusement park. We were singing with the radio when a car hit us. I survived. Mike, my foster dad had a few broken bones while my foster mom, Jessa, died. From that day on, my father never treated me like her daughter. He treated me like a slave. At first he would only let me clean the house, but as I get older. He would let we cook his food and clean the house. Just recently he started abusing me, hitting me every time I did mistakes. He would kick me or slap me. I never wanted this life. He let me walk to school which is about 100 miles from our house or my hell hole. Neighbors never hear me scream when he punishes me `because we live outside the community. He never gives me money. I get my money from working part time in a Sundae store, which is low, $5 a week. After punishing me I would hide inside my room, which is as small as a bathroom in a hotel. I would cover my bruises with makeup and covering myself with bandage. This is my life.