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a nuthah painfull secret  PAINFULL!!! by myriikal

it started wen i was 4 my family was really close up unto my dad was shot up on the block my unkle moved into the house to help look after us kids.
mum was sik with cancer and all of us kids couldnt go to school because of the medical bill that was needed for her treatment.
The first couple of weeks us kids loved having our unkle there he was loving and kind to us but unfortunatly things changed after that.
he would wait for my mum to bee fully asleep with her medicin he would drug her so she wouldnt wake up for a dae or so.
hed make his way through the house to get all us kids in to one room im the onli gurl out of nine of us.
the first time it happen
he made my brothers do all kinds of things to me and then when he was aroused he do the same to all of us but because i was the onlii girl i got it the most.
every time this happen all us kids try to run away but he alwaiis seem to catch us there was no way out of it either if we said anething that he dont want to hear we get his AK put to our heads or if we scream he would tie us up and lock us in the cubourd untill it was our turn this happen to all us kids for 4 years and when i turned 8 all nine od us were kicked onto the streets with no clothes nothing, nothing but painfull memories and hatred for the barsted.
the sadest thing was my mother passed away and he got another little girl and boii to move in to the house so he could do it to them because we got to old for him he wasnt happy anymore.

so we started dirty slanging hustling on the steets doing the street in trynna find the right time to go back to the house to stop him.

But to my luck 2 od my brothers was hit n stabbed
skinned aS well and to see their flesh and blood all round our streets.
MORE hatred to our lives 7 of us left

the youngest brother decided to go bak to the house by himself one dae to try and stop him but he never came bak out.

thats 6 left

we tryed to go to the police but we couldnt cause we would be turning our selves in for the things we did to survive breaking into shops and shit like that besides the police new all us kids.

my eldest 2 brothers went to jail with life sentences
they were trying to proteckt me from the evil things they told me but i new wat they ment.

onle 4 of us were left to fend for ourselves

thats wen we met the boys
thay were our familia on the streets
our clique our brothers in war
our 771 fam str8t hustlers
they shot the barsted skinned him and put him out on the oven burnt him and left him for dog food
honest to my life i hope i never see ane thing like that again i cant believe i seen it in the first place there will never be nothing more fuckt up than that

its hard
trust me its hard ive never in my life let this out to ane one

your not alone
ppl may think they can help you but they have no idea you got to want to do it FOR YOURSELF OnLEE YOU CAN CHANGE WHAT YOU DO AND ITS NEVER TOO LATE TO CHANGE