Chapter 1 I'm lying across my bed looking at the ceiling, thanking God for my health and well-being. I'm so lucky to be alive and able to write this book. I have made some selfish and immature decisions that could have caused me my life. Growing up I developed a negative attitude about life. My parents divorced when I was young and I watched my mom struggle to try to make sure her three kids had everything they wanted and needed if necessary and as I got older I found a way to get things on my own. I had my heart broken many times in the past, which only made me stronger. Shortly after my parents divorced, when I was in the fourth grade, my dad walked out of our lives. He would come and take us skating on Saturday mornings, but after a while that stopped. I would call him and that was the only way that we talked, so I began to look up to my older brother Cleo, he was four years older than me and he took the time out for me and kept me up to date on how men were and that they only wanted to get some tail, but he went to the Military when I was fifteen, then was sent to Desert Storm so I didn't have anybody. My mom was there, but she was mostly at work and it wasn't the same. Then this guy tried to take my goodies. My girls and I would always wrestle in the hallways with the boys, this particular day I had on a skirt. Travis, this boy at my school, ran up behind me and tried to slam me on the ground, but he couldn't get me down. "Stop Travis, I quit." "Alright, alright." He acted like he was walking away and then he ran over and picked me up over his shoulder. I started screaming and grabbing the back of my skirt, so my panties wouldn't show. He carried me into the girl's locker room.