Samantha Renee

The days between when my Dad came and picked me up were far and in between. I lived with my Mother and her lifestyle was enough to make the hardest junkie cringe. She was a hard drunk; hard for her to stop and even harder for her to not whip our ass when she was past drunk. This woman would grab anything that looked like it would tear through my dark skin. She was mean. I loved her, but she was mean.