The abuse continues

Its amazing looking back, how much abuse I saw and went throu. My heart breaks for the little girl who cried for a mommie to save her .
When my mom left my dad, she left me behind I am not sure ,if she could have taken me or not. Because My dad beat her too, she was young, uneducated, and didn't have a support system. I'm sure she did the best she could for herself, and leaving me behind with dad,thinking, he would take care of me. And he did to the best of his ability.
But the abuse, and alcohol were so bad .During the time I was living at Wanda's there was this child molester who molested each of us children . He would  gave us money and candies to keep us quiet. If I thought he was alive today I would prosecute him! He took my inacense and vergenity I was 9 years old.
Back to sharon and dad,after we came back from Louisiana we settled in Sacramento California, we got a house big enough for us and Sharon kids. Oh boy ,that was fun, Sharon's kids blamed me, for there new home and man in there mothers life .
Of course the fact that tmy dad turned into a alocholic dident help. Dalie I suffered from these girls. Sharon had 4 girls and one son. Debbie was the only one who was nice to me ,and she was so young that I coulnt really hang out with her.
Sharon was so abusive everyday she told me I was ugly,fat and I would never amount to anything. That has been  a had thing to overcome. When I was younger I could hear her voice in my head when something would go wrong .
Well the beatings never stopped and Sharon's poor kids would hear and see my dad beat there mom. Her son would try to stop my dad and then it would get worse. Then my dad and I would go sometimes he would drop me off at my uncles or aunts and I would stay for a few days. Or sometimes I would sleep in the car while dad drank and drove and cried. It wasn't until I was in my teens and I got tired of the emotional up heave and put up a wall so he or anyone could hurt me. I remember one time we after a fight and we had to leave cops were coming. So were driving around its late at night my dad is drunk and he turned to me and said it was my fault that we had to leave. It was in a round about way, We had gone to the gas station after Sharon and dad picked us up from school and the attendant at the gas station looked at Sharon too long. Or so my dad thought, so my dad got anger and told Sharon you wait until we get home. When we got home dad took her to the basement and they started arguing about the man. Then Sharon said a curse word and dad told her not to use curse words. Then Sharon said will your daughter dose. and said the word over and over until dad slapped her. Then the fight was on. So here we are in the car and my dad says its my fault, my first act of defiance, I looked at him and said "You are crazy" well the first hit blacked my eye and the second bruised my jaw. I didn't cry with the first hit but the second I did. So dad made me get into the back seat and go to sleep we slept  all night in that cold car . The next day dad took me to my Aunt's and some preservation made me show my aunt bobby my black eye and bruise and she hit the roof and called my uncle and then my grandpa. Next day we went to grandpa's and I had never saw emotional from grandpa before until this . My grand pa was 6' and my dad 5'1 my grandpa picked my dad up and slammed him against the side of the house "this little girl was supposed to be inside the house but I was peeking around the corner" and told my dad if he ever hit me again that he would kill him. My dad never layed a hand on me after that. I stayed with grandpa for a few days , my dad for some reason went out and rented a little house for me and him. I was in school I had my own room and such I went to school and came but was there alone my dad rented it for us but he left me there. So I ran away with my best friend , one night we packed our bags and walked out to the road that all the truckers use and changed into our mini skirts and highills and started hitchhiking at 12pm . I tell you God was watching over me, the first trucker that came by stopped and we got in and he looked at us and said where are you going and we smiled our 15 year old smiles and said where are you going? His next stop was 150 miles away and that was a start for us. After some conversation the trucker asks us if we were run away's and we told him our stories and he got tear eyed and said we look like his daughters and how dangerous it was and that's why he picked us up to protect us. He took us to a truck stop for food. And he knew the women who worked there and worked out a deal that we could stay there and work for free food and shelter. But some one had herd what was being said and called the police. So the cops came and took us to juvenal hall. I was so scared it looked like a jail, and they washed you with bug soap , but it was better then going back home.