I was born out of wedlock. My mother never wanted to get married but was force to for me. I grew up in a bad neighborhood where gangs and violence were everywhere. My parents fought constantly but always told my sister and myself to go into another room. Like that would make it any better! I watched a neighbor get shot to death by her angry ex-boyfriend. I watch my friends badly beaten by gang members. Finally moved out of there when I was nine only for my life to get worse. My first summer in my new house it was great I guess until I met my nextdoor neighbor 15 year old son. That was the first time that summer I was raped. His father owned a gun collection so guess what he brought everytime he raped me. My parents then hired him to babysit my sister and me. I tried to tell my parents but didn't know how or what to say. He continued to rape me from nine on. He never wore any protection and always forced me to take a shower. Throughout this time I was always acting out trying to get help and attention but everyone thought I was a bad seed. Finally when I 13 my rapist found someone else his age to screw. It was to late for me. I found out I was pregnant and attempted my first suicide. No one believed I was pregnant until I was seven months pregnant. It was to late to do anything about it. My mother was the only on that helped me out through everything. She appoliged for not believing me but my father forced me to keep my daughter.
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