Vol. 2 Vol. 2 Troubled Waters

From the age of thirteen until right before my eighteenth birthday, one foster parent took over. It was five years of hell. I was like a little slave, collar and everything. She had some magical powers and who in their right mind let this woman be a foster parent was either on something or was being paid extremely well under the table. Sorry, tangent. Anyways, She was the one that caused me to have my nightmares now. I guess in the end, as I got closer to eighteen, she landed her sights on something younger and kicked me out of the house with nothing but a pink nightie to wear. It wasn't all that great either as I got a lot of offers before seeing an opening to work at Bottoms Up. I never asked what Irish saw in me that one day and said yes. Maybe one day I'll ask him, but until then. I'll never know. I worked my ass off and I'm proud I did.

Vol. 3 Vol. 3 Present Happiness

Now, all the work I've done at the club, I'm proud to say that I've earned some promotions. Going from a simple waitress to hostess and now bartender. How great can it be? I was employee of the month too. I met my first boyfriend ever there too. Granted, I decided to call it off and it probably wasn't the best choice on my part, but I decided that I needed to work on me. I will never forget him and I won't ever talk bad about him. It was a great few months too. For now though, I can't look back into the past and probably should always look to the future. I am happy, loving life, and I'm not about to change it.

Vol. 1 Vol. 1 Foster Family

The State took me in when I was a month old. For the first five years, things were okay. It was after that time, that things got worse. That first set of foster parents were investigated and eventually was thrown into prison for neglect and abuse. It might not of been to me, but I was in the household when it was happening. I was pulled out of that house and went from foster parents to foster parents in the next thirteen years. I would see everything and nearly do everything, like forced to take drugs, to having sex at a young age. I can't tell you how many broken bones or bruising has happened. If everything was added up of those thirteen years and applied to my body, I wouldn't be able to see, there would be no spot on my skin that wasn't black or blue from bruising. It was bad. I didn't have luck on my side.