More About Myself
Her form of love was not many I love you or hugs. Growing up in that home was hard for and I just wanted to leave and never come back. I did about 7 years later after my adopted parents divorced when I was 10 years old. I ran away when I was 11 1/2 years old, because of my adopted sister being abuse to me. I got into a car that I should not have, my alarm balls went off, and I could not get out of the vehicle. I was trapped in this vehicle with no way out. I was knocked out and when I woke up, I was in a room with no beds and six other girls. I was so badly abused in that place to this day I this have nightmares.