Prologue
As far back as I can remember I was alone, not alone like you feel depressed and then it gets better, alone like really no one to talk to let me explain. I was born in Indianapolis, Indiana I have a mom and a dad, well I had a dad he died 3 years ago in 2007. I was upset but didn't have the kind of relationship that a normal kid would have with his parents. Let me start from the beginning.
CHAPTER 1
The earliest memory I have from my child hood is my brother and I hiding under a tuned over mattress in our trailer down in Florida. We lived on a piece of property with two trailers; in the first one my grandma and uncle, in the second; my parents, brother and myself. My childhood wasn't the best by a long shot but we got by day by day. My father worked laying carpet for a living and I'm not entirely sure what my mom did except take care of the kids as a mom should neither one of them were perfect but I know they loved us dearly.
My dad came home drunk most of the time and my mom would take most the heat. On one occasion he came home and the yelling started as always. Things usually happened that no one talked about such as the hitting, the yelling, and the beating. On this occasion I witnessed my father hit my mom in the mouth and I ran to her not sure what I could do I stood in front of her. That didn't stop my father however I was hit also, but I am not positive he knew what was going on because I only got hit once before he stared at us and went to his room. I ran over to my mother and hugged her she had had enough.
That night we went to bed as always my mother kissed us goodnight and my father left for work. I am not clear on the details or the events leading to what happened next all I remember is my mom running into our room and telling us to wake up. I remember seeing the clock as we ran around getting what we needed for some place I never heard of before. My brother was crying and I was too at 5 years old you can't really think about anything when your mom tells you we are not going to live here anymore and we must be gone before your father wakes up. She had fear in her eyes that night and to this day I have never seen someone as scared as she was that night. As we prepared to leave the only toy of any comfort that I took with me was a ninja turtle stuffed toy that I received for my birthday which was later lost to me.
I took one last look at my home before we got into that car not knowing where I was going or when I would return and I started to cry in my mothers arms but somehow I knew she would take care of me and my brother.