My mom and I moved to New York that year after we left my crazy dad and crazy life. 2 years after we moved I thought that I had heard the last of my dad forever. Until exactly 2 years after we moved my dad snuck into my room in the middle of the night and punched me more than before. And... he was armed. He had a gun and he threatened me and my mom if I had told anyone about what was happening. This happened for 4 years, I was in 2nd grade when it started and the summer of my 6th grade year my mom caught my dad in the act without him knowing. She called 911... again and at 12:00am the FBI can into my room when my dad was pointing a gun at my head. He turned around and for a split-second I snuck out of bed and ran to the FBI. When he noticed it was too late and he was being tackled to be arrested. As he walked out unarmed he vowed that he would not rest until I was dead. At that moment, my mother came running into the room. She took a tazer and tazed my dad. She barely got in trouble for doing that and THIS time we moved someplace we didn't care about moving to... Los Angeles, California.
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Literally My Life
FanfictionThis story follows Diamond. A young teenager who might end her life because of the horrible things that has happened in it.
