My stepfather beat me every day as a form ofentertainment. One day, he broke my arm, andwhen we took me to the hospital, my mothersaid,“She accidentally slipped and fell whilebathing.” As soon as the doctor saw the bruiseson my face, he immediately called 911.
The day my stepfather broke my arm, my mother lied faster than I screamed. She held mygood wrist in the hospital lobby and whispered, “Cry wrong, and you’ll never see sunlightagain.I was seventeen, small enough for them to call me weak, old enough to know the differencebetween a house and a cage. My stepfather, Carl…