I hated that life style, but at least I had a place to stay and food to eat – a thought process I thought was very mature for my age. That was, at least, until I went to Mr. and Mrs. Walker. They came off as very nice people, but the actual experience was much different. I was probably about 4 at this time – blissfully ignorant to the world. I didn’t know what exactly to expect, but these people – these people that were entrusted with a child’s life, often forgot to – or neglected to comply with the bare minimum to satisfy a good quality of life for a child. I would sometimes go for days without eating, and if I acted out of line, I would get beaten. And when I say “out of line”, I don’t mean stealing or taking their car for a joyride. I was, after all, only four years old. I would get beaten for merely crying when they had guests over – not in front of them obviously, they were particularly careful about giving the wrong impression to the public. When we went to the market, for instance, we would act as a perfect family. Unless, of course, I would do something that embarrassed them in public, oh yeah, I would pay for that later. They would ensure that I would learn my lesson when I got home. Sometimes they would even take turns beating me, as if they got some twisted pleasure from beating a child.
Mariah: Hey, how was ur weekend?
Erica: It was okay and yours?
Mariah: Not bad.
Erica: Regardless [of your relationship status], you are beautiful and any guy would be lucky to have you.
Mariah: I love you, thank you.
I had heard him cry thousands of times before and it bothered me each time, but this time was different. I heard those screams and I just lost control. This just seemed to make everything worse. The crying intensified and Christy’s pleas for me to stop just made me angrier and then I…
Chief knelt down and picked up the black 9mm pistol from the side of his shoe. He examined the weapon carefully. "She had to fire it at her murderer the safety is off." Chief said as he turned it on. Chief Carl took the magazine out of the 9mm Pistol and examine the bullets. "Chris, look!" Chief yelled. Christain turned to the Chief and looked at the bullets in the magazine. "They're blanks Chief, that must have been why she wasn't hitting the targets, she was firing blank bullets." Christain knew something wasn't right. "This wasn't a simple robbery, this was a set up… she was set up.