When I was three I lived on Beegum Rd. in Red Bluff, CA. My three siblings, my dad and stepmom all lived with me. Dawn, my stepmom, was very abusive to me; she was abusive because I was the product of my father’s affair and abusing me was the way of punishing my father. One incident in particular was one that had changed my life forever and that was when my hands were burned.
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I would stare at our horses and cows graze in the pasture across from the window. While I was looking out the window our dog sadie, a gorgeous black lab, came inside. This day she was particularly crazy. Sadie came in like a tornado, she started knocking things over, well she knocked over my sister’s money jar. The jar so happened to be right next to me, and it cut my leg open, I started crying. My stepmom came in and started flipping out on me she started yelling at me and she grabbed me and dragged me to the couch and started cleaning up my cut. When she was done she asked me, “Why did you break your sister’s money jar?” I answered, “ It wasn’t me who broke it, Sadie did.” She obviously didn't believe me since she started screaming at me saying it was my fault and that was an ungrateful little brat who didn't deserve the life I had. She then picked me up and took me to the fireplace and all of a sudden my hands were being held to the hot wood stove, she then opened the door of the fireplace and grabbed out the ash shovel and before I knew it I was screaming and crying, trying to get away but the pressure of the shovel got stronger on my upper thighs. The blisters on my hands and legs began to develop very quickly it was