*~*MY LIFE STORY PART 1*~*
Well I decided I would start my life story...
When I was 4, my dad was riding his motorcycle (he was 100% biker, bandanas all the harley clothes EVERYTHING!) and I was supposed to go with him, but when my mom came home they asked me who I wanted to stay with and I said my mom because I never spent time with her, she was always at work. My dad raised me. Well on June 27, 1992 after I had choosen to stay with my mother my dad left, to go on his biking trip for the day, I dont know how many hours later but my mom got a phone call saying my dad was hit and was in the hospital. The guy who killed my dad was drunk and in a car he had stolen, he had just got outta jail the day before, and he pnly got 7 years in jail. For 2 days my dad suffered, and the doctors said we should just pull the plug, so my brother (18 at the time) thought about me and my sister, he didnt want us to grow up and see our dad as a vegitable (thats the only way he would of lived) so my brother pulled it, my daddy died June 29th 1992. My brother a 18 year old boy was left, raising a 14 year old (my sister) and a 4 year old (me). After that day my mom never really did anything. I wasnt even allowd to go to a friends house because she though someone would hurt me. So when my mom went to sleep (during th day) or after my mom and bro would get into a fight my brother would bring me everywhere with him. He was my protector, and I was the one he cared for. Finally when I was 8 my Uncle Rick (RIP) finally came to see us and I didnt warm up to him, he was living near by with his friend Rocky and his 8 year old daughter Roxanne aka Roxy, so my uncle braught Roxy over. After Roxy came into my life, I was finally allowed to stay the night at friends houses, but I was so used to being at home, that I would never go there. Roxy would grow angry with me but we would take the barbies out and play till 2 in the morning. When I was 9 my mom started to get letters from the guy who killed my dad that said "I get out in a year, you and your family better watch out" so we moved. When we moved, I was allowed to stay out untill 8, that was awsome to me cuz I was never allowed to be outside, unless I was at Roxy's. I met a guy (Mike) and well yea you guys should know about him by now. And then I met a girl named Stephanie in 8th grade and we were unseperatble. We would stay the night at eachothers houses and sneak out (like most teenage girls) but I did it for fun. I did it because I was never allowed to do it before, I WASNT doing it to be "cool". My brother came over one day and asked me about Greg (my step dad) and I told my bro everything up to how he calls me a bitch, a slut etc down to how he put a knife to my wrist and cut me so i broke his nose! My brother started to cry (I had never seen him cry before) he blamed himself for everything, and he asked me wut I rememberd about my dad, and I said "the van" and my brother started to cry and ran outta the house. I do have one meomory of my dad, one of the days he was in the hospital, my aunt Denise braught me in there to see him, and she put me on top of him, and I said "Daddy, daddy wake up" and i would take his eye lids and push em up (like i used to) and when he didnt answer or wake up, I got scared and cried. Thats when I started thinking, you know I killed my dad. I know how that sounds, but if i would of went with him maybe he wouldnt of got hit and he would be with us right now, or maybe it just would of been him instead of me. I know that sounds wrong, but id rather it be me then him! Not going with him was the thing i regret most in my life....
-ok i wanna shower so when i get time i will finish the rest of my life story-
*~*santina*~*
When I was 4, my dad was riding his motorcycle (he was 100% biker, bandanas all the harley clothes EVERYTHING!) and I was supposed to go with him, but when my mom came home they asked me who I wanted to stay with and I said my mom because I never spent time with her, she was always at work. My dad raised me. Well on June 27, 1992 after I had choosen to stay with my mother my dad left, to go on his biking trip for the day, I dont know how many hours later but my mom got a phone call saying my dad was hit and was in the hospital. The guy who killed my dad was drunk and in a car he had stolen, he had just got outta jail the day before, and he pnly got 7 years in jail. For 2 days my dad suffered, and the doctors said we should just pull the plug, so my brother (18 at the time) thought about me and my sister, he didnt want us to grow up and see our dad as a vegitable (thats the only way he would of lived) so my brother pulled it, my daddy died June 29th 1992. My brother a 18 year old boy was left, raising a 14 year old (my sister) and a 4 year old (me). After that day my mom never really did anything. I wasnt even allowd to go to a friends house because she though someone would hurt me. So when my mom went to sleep (during th day) or after my mom and bro would get into a fight my brother would bring me everywhere with him. He was my protector, and I was the one he cared for. Finally when I was 8 my Uncle Rick (RIP) finally came to see us and I didnt warm up to him, he was living near by with his friend Rocky and his 8 year old daughter Roxanne aka Roxy, so my uncle braught Roxy over. After Roxy came into my life, I was finally allowed to stay the night at friends houses, but I was so used to being at home, that I would never go there. Roxy would grow angry with me but we would take the barbies out and play till 2 in the morning. When I was 9 my mom started to get letters from the guy who killed my dad that said "I get out in a year, you and your family better watch out" so we moved. When we moved, I was allowed to stay out untill 8, that was awsome to me cuz I was never allowed to be outside, unless I was at Roxy's. I met a guy (Mike) and well yea you guys should know about him by now. And then I met a girl named Stephanie in 8th grade and we were unseperatble. We would stay the night at eachothers houses and sneak out (like most teenage girls) but I did it for fun. I did it because I was never allowed to do it before, I WASNT doing it to be "cool". My brother came over one day and asked me about Greg (my step dad) and I told my bro everything up to how he calls me a bitch, a slut etc down to how he put a knife to my wrist and cut me so i broke his nose! My brother started to cry (I had never seen him cry before) he blamed himself for everything, and he asked me wut I rememberd about my dad, and I said "the van" and my brother started to cry and ran outta the house. I do have one meomory of my dad, one of the days he was in the hospital, my aunt Denise braught me in there to see him, and she put me on top of him, and I said "Daddy, daddy wake up" and i would take his eye lids and push em up (like i used to) and when he didnt answer or wake up, I got scared and cried. Thats when I started thinking, you know I killed my dad. I know how that sounds, but if i would of went with him maybe he wouldnt of got hit and he would be with us right now, or maybe it just would of been him instead of me. I know that sounds wrong, but id rather it be me then him! Not going with him was the thing i regret most in my life....
-ok i wanna shower so when i get time i will finish the rest of my life story-
*~*santina*~*