My story? Pg 6

After the whole interrogation to figure out who ate his tootsie rolls, j chilled out for a couple days, didn’t say much. Tried to apologize but I didn’t forgive. After that he was back to his old self. Beating and verbal abuse. After a while he slowed on the beating and went full throttle on verbal. Fat, lazy, ect. Probably why I’m sorry doesn’t mean shit to me anymore. I tried getting my mom to divorce him, she said she had the papers One time, then another she said she had nowhere to go. This and that. All I heard were excuses. I was stuck. I love my mother. But she was weak and gutless. She folded so easily and let me get “punished” this back and forth went for years. Till probably around 6-7 grade. When I started getting defiant. Got mad. Yelled at my mom and let slip that Jj molests me. She calmy looked at me and got a pen and paper and asked when. And I spilled everything. She wrote it down and before I knew it cps was knocking on our door. Asking questions  and Interviewing us Jj went back to his moms. Never came back Jason barely got to see his son but that’s what happens when your son is a Piece of shit right? Although I hated what Jj did to me. I didn’t blame him. Someone taught him that. He must have had the same thing happen to him as well. In a way I felt bad for him. After this. My dad found out. He was always strong and intimidating he threatened j, threatened to beat his ass. Didn’t completely stop him though. He didn’t trust me at home alone. He’d lock the bedroom door so I couldn’t get in and steal. (Another brand I had been gifted with) he also locked the house when he wasn’t home. And I walked to school. One day I was walking back from school and when I got home he wasn’t back. It’s winter in Michigan, I’m fucking freezing. And all the doors were locked. I knew that. But I was supposed to wait 4 hours for him to get him on the door step? Not happening. So I did what I had to do. I went into the back yard and opened my window and hopped in. I wasn’t about to freeze. When j got home and he found out he was furious. Said I broke into the house. How I was a thief. And after some cursing he said “if you want to act like a criminal I’ll treat ya like one” he then proceeded to tie me up I was laying on the floor on my stomach with my legs and hands tied to each other for maybe 2 hours. Till my mom came home and he explained to her what I did. She gave him the whole “was this nesserssry” look and untied me.  Then j kinda calmed down with me. J believed in the alpha wolf type house hold. He was alpha and he needed to force everyone else into submission. I think I was a constant threat to that. And growing up I had to get sneaky to get around all the shit he did. He’d still call me worthless but at that point I shrugged it off. I had finally become strong enough to fight back.