December 12, 2011
It happened. It finally happened. He killed her, and nearly got me. This is the only time I've been thankful for our nosy neighbors.
Today was the trial, which meant that I had to pull out my too tight suit and shiny shoes. I really hate having to look nice, but putting this son of a bitch away is worth it. Sitting on the stand has been the third worst thing that has happened to me. The first was having my mother taken from me and the second was being sent to live with my mom's sister and husband. I can take care of myself, I've done just fine up until now.
My dad, he got the maximum sentence for which I'm glad. But what the hell am I supposed to do now?! Go live with Auntie Em and Uncle Paul, live an apple pie life? I'm 17 years old, and I need my mother like I did when I was 5.
I guess I should wrap this up, my case worker is worried we'll miss our flight. Good bye flatlands, hello peaks of hell.
P.S. Do not trust a soul. You will be broken and hurt, which is the only lesson your dad taught you that is worth keeping.