Prologue
Sitting in this dark room I realize that I've been living a cliché. No I don't get high and sit in the darkness upset about my life and how my father beat me endlessly and was a heroin addict. The life I grew up in was one which many people would kill for. I was brought up in a perfect world, or at least my family made it seem that way. I was raised to believe that the people in my family would be the only ones who would whole heartedly love me without conditions. My father would spoil me endlessly; anything I asked for would be given to me without argument. Looking back at those moments it seems as if he spoiled me to help with his guilt. Guilt for the life he had brought me into and one that I was never going to ready for. So as I sit here in the dark on my father's beaten up old leather chair I ponder, searching my mind for the exact moment where I stopped being daddy's little girl and became the woman I feared of becoming the most. The woman I am today.