Monday, November 30, 2009
Cheap drinks cheap thrills cheap guy
My mother took us to live with her and her boyfriend in some poorly maintained townhouse. It didn’t take me long to learn that her boyfriend was an alcoholic. I found him sitting in the living room late at night, without any lights on, already drunk and drinking cheap vodka. Once he was drunk and beat me because I didn't want to call him dad. For fun, he wanted to show my little sister how strong he was and he broke her hands. My mother didn’t say a thing and no one was around to protect us.
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