Getting out of the shower, I slip on a puddle of water and catch myself on the wall. Placing my hand on my chest, I feel how fast my heart is beating. I take a couple steps forward and grab a towel and wrap it around my hair, and grab another towel and wrap it around my body. Walking into my room, I approach my closet to pick out an outfit that I want to wear. Looking through my clothes, I find my purple, baby blue, and light pink flower pattern crop top tank that has a black heart on the front and it has ‘love’ written acrossed it in cursive writing.
   Deciding what to match my shirt with, I pick out a pair of my dark blue high waist shorts and my favorite shoes, black and violet Jordan Retro 3’s. Heading out of my closet with my outfit in hand, I go to my dresser to grab a pair of socks and a matching set of undergarments. I place my clothing on my bed and put my undergarments on. Walking over to my vanity and grabbing the lotion that was sitting on it, I started putting some on my body. As I’m putting it on, I take in the scent of my vanilla bean lotion.
   After I finish putting lotion on, I walk into my bathroom to brush my teeth. When I finish brushing my teeth, I head back into my room to get dressed in the outfit that I picked out. I look over at my alarm clock on my night stand and it read 6:00 am. “I still have an hour and a half until school starts,” I say to myself as I sit down on the stool in front of my vanity. I decide to only put a little bit of makeup on. Grabbing my makeup bag, I take out my eyelash curler, black eyeliner, black mascara, light pink eyeshadow, and my light pink lip gloss.
   I finish doing my makeup and I unwrap the towel from my hair. Brushing my hair out, I decide to just let my hair go natural. Getting up from the stool, I grab my back-pack, keys, and cell-phone. I walk over to my full length mirror and stand in front of it, and begin checking myself out. “Girl, don’t you look fine today.” I say to my reflection in the mirror and blow myself a kiss.
   By now, you are probably wondering who I am, so I will tell you a little about myself. My name is Aleina Joy Labelle, I am 17-years-old. If you are thinking that my last name sounds French, you are correct. I was born and raised here in Klamath Falls, Oregon. I’m 5’5” and I weigh 145 pounds. I have long, slightly wavy, brown hair. My eyes are a pretty light green color. I have a flat stomach with a slightly visible four pack. I have a nice big booty and perky c-cups. I am a Senior in high school and I’m very excited that school is over in two weeks. I participate in two sports, basketball and track. I’m a fast runner, more like the fastest on my team. I ran the fastest mile in the school, 4 minutes, 30 seconds.
   Both of my parents are from France but they came to Klamath Falls for college, and that is how they met. As they said, it was love at first sight. My mom, Becky Martin, stands at 5’9”, long silky brown hair and hazel eyes. My dad, Julien Labelle stands at 6’2”, black hair, which he kept nice and trimmed, and eyes, like mine, a pretty light green color. My mom used to go partying and do other things with her friends, but when she met my dad, she stopped all of that. Two years after they started dating, they got married and my mom gave birth to a set of twin girls, me, Aleina Joy Labelle, and my sister, Lily Jo Labelle.
   My life was great. My dad worked as a manager at Cimarron Inn. My mom stayed home with my sister and I. Life was going good until two weeks after my sixth birthday. My father was killed on impact in a hit and run accident. The FBI’s and police never found out who his killer was, so they closed the case. After my father’s death, that is when my life completely changed.
   It all started when my mom lost the house and we were forced to move to a two story town house. My mom’s behavior did a complete 360 degree turn after my father died and we moved. She started drinking and doing different types of drugs again. She would bring different guys home almost every night. Most of them I didn’t like, they were mean to me. One day, my mom came home drunk, and she brought a guy with her. I was sitting in the living room, watching tv when she walked in making out with that man.
   She noticed me sitting on the couch, pushed the guy off her, and whispered something to him, and he went into the kitchen. She walked toward me, and she had this nasty glare on her face. “What are you doing awake?” She asked me.
“I had an awful dream and I couldn’t go back to sleep.” I explained to her.
   My mom reached toward me and smacked me in the face and yelled “Get your little ass back in bed now! Don’t you ever come out of that room after it’s your bedtime! I don’t give a s*** if you have a bad dream or not, you are to stay in there! Okay?”
    I look at her and held my face. She raised her hand again and I quickly got off the couch and ran upstairs to my room and shut the door. I got back into bed and I started to cry. I cried until I fell asleep. Ever since that night, my mom continued to abuse me, and she still does to this day. The guy she brought home that night, they started dating and ended up getting married 2 years later. His name is Greg, he was nice to me for the first couple months they were married, but then that all changed one night.
   My mom and sister were out having fun, and I was at home with Greg. Greg and I were watching cartoons on the tv in the living room. I was sitting on his lap, and he started rubbing my legs and he kept getting closer to my private part. I looked at him and I asked him what he was doing. He told me that he was just massaging my legs. I nodded to him and I continued to watch the cartoon that was on, and he put his hand in my undies and started touching me.
   I was scared but I didn’t say anything. Greg turned the tv off and carried me to my room. When we got in there, he closed and locked the door. He laid me on my bed and undressed me. I told him that I didn’t want to do what he was wanting to, and he told me that everything was going to be alright and not to talk. I slowly nodded my head, and he put his fingers inside of me and started doing nasty things to me. I started to cry silently because it hurt so much. After he was done, he kissed me on my forehead and left my room. I continued to cry for most of the night, until I fell asleep.
   I was 8-years-old when that happened. Greg still sexually abuses me. If I refuse to do anything with him, he beats me.  I tried telling my mom, but she didn’t believe me, she still doesn’t. Every time I would tell her, she would hit me with anything that was in arm’s length and tell me to stop lying. She always thought I was trying to break her and Greg up. She would say, “Stop trying to break us up Aleina, you just want him all to yourself, you little slut.”
   It breaks my heart knowing that my mother doesn’t care about me. I don’t think she even loves me anymore. One thing I hate the most is that my sister doesn’t get abused. She is treated like she is an angel. Lily is the one who does everything she isn’t supposed to, and I’m the one who gets all the blame and abuse. One time, my mom walked into the living room as soon as my sister broke a vase that she got from Greg, and I’m the one who got beat. It makes me angry, but there isn’t anything that I am able to do. But that’s enough of my horrible family past, and myself, I have to finish getting ready for school.