I wasn’t always such a bad guy. I used to be an innocent little kid. This is the story of how that little boy turned into the ass I am today.

I remember it was just me and my big sister. We lived with a meth addict mom and her sad excuse for a boyfriend. Our dad was never there and my mom hated us because we were his kids.

They beat the s*** out of us all the time, just because we were his kids. He touched us, and she let him. He picked me up by my ears and stabbed me with a butter knife. We called the cops and DHS, but nothing happened. When I was seven, both my grandparents died, and I walked in on my mom’s boyfriend trying to rape my sister. He dislocated and fractured her arm in the process and was arrested, but we were left with our mother.

I wanted to leave so badly, but after a while, my mom’s boyfriend came back. I couldn’t leave my sister alone with these monsters, so I promised myself I would stay and look after her until she could leave home. This is when weed and cigs became very much a part of my life.

When my sister turned 18 and moved out, I was right behind her. Being on the street tested my mind, strength and willpower. It made me strong as well as tore me down. I got really involved in hard drugs and dropped out of school. I started stealing clothes and food since I was broke. That’s when I started getting arrested.

I was in and out of juvey for a year, until they put me in for a month, then on house arrest for two weeks and probation for ten months. I had to pay restitution of one thousand dollars. I had to work it off splitting wood eight hours a day for two dollars an hour. This wasn’t even the worst part. The worst part was having zero contact with my dad the whole time I was on probation. I couldn’t see him, talk to him or even send him letters.

I know the title of my story is regret, but writing this, remembering all the bullshit I went though, I realized something. Everything that happened to me made me who I am today, and I don’t regret who I am or where I am today, which happens to be back in school (hopefully graduating as a junior), off the streets, and finally at home with my dad where I belong.

The End