My name is Devin. All my Life almost I have served Christ and after what has happened I can almost garentee I always will. It all starts close to 14 years ago. It was the Alabama championship. My mom went there that night and was just starting to shape her life up and had stopped drinking. She was the only one who was being responsible at the party and not get drunk in celebration.

She ended up having to take everyone home so they woulnd’t get hurt. Well the last one had once been her boyfriend and was so drunk he couldn’t get up the steps so she helped him to his apartment. It was there she was raped and I was concieved. 8 and 1/2 months later I was born and I was huge. My mom met a man named David and knowing I needed a father maryed him. The man changed completely the day she married him. Now his mother had said she used to be a witchand that has a large portion to do of why he changed. He beat her and she had started to hide baseball bats around the house. The last time I was alone with him I was thrown acoss the room.

She had the cops doing drive bye’s. She divorced him and that was it. Now I was affected greatly by the violence I saw in that house and I was kicked out of many daycares. This led to my inner hudini. I was a master mind at getting out of locks and doors,ect. One day my mom took a shower and I (at nine months old) was able to push a 5 pound chair over to the counter get my baby stool in the chair get onto the counter and then to the microwave onto the fridge were my mom kept the treats hidden. I was pure trouble though not always comedic when I got in trouble I would leave bruises on my mom from fighting her she would just hold me whispering “My little angel” while I beat her.

3 years later I had been praying for a daddy for as far back as i can remember and on my fourth birthday it was exactly what God gave me for better or for worse. It was about that time that got saved. The mans name was Brad he was no wife beater, he was a saved christian and the day I found out I jumped from my seat in the car an hugged him screaming daddy. They got married and some how he found a way to keep me a child at that age not physicaly but mentaly. He gave me a humor that stands almost allways. My parents decided to get foster children. To little black boys that we loved from the moment we met them were the first to come.

My mom got real sick and almost died while we had them though I didn’t know it. They ended up going back to there mom who in the end went back to jail. The time was a boy named Brandon. He was interesting. he had been used to what he wanted when he wanted. That wasn’t gonna fly with my mom. My father lost the house we were living in and we were forced to move into a dump, not like the last one wasn’t but this one had a room that was not big enough for a half bath. I guess I can’t complain though it’s better than a box and I’m not in it now.

Well we ended up leavin that place and my grandparents on my mom side ended up supporting us and letting us live in there house they where trying to sell.Not long after that we ended started to adopt Brandon but things happened and he went back to dhr. Then along came Kelly. She was 14years old and had had it extremely hard. Me and her had pizza eating contests that would end at a nine peice tie. Then because of Brad’s **** ***** self she was taken away because he didn’t want to give up his office for her a room.Brad was lazy and had some how brainwashed me or somthing to where I almost disliked my mom and thought she was asking to mucch from him. Once she left my mom was in his office and found child porno of kids that looked like me and Brandon. We don’t know if he ever hurt me but we’re quite sure he melested Brandon.

They got in divorce and I found out that almost everything that he told me was a lie. It took me forever to stop hating him for what he did. The night I found out I opened my eyes and the child had become a man. I held her while she cried and the lord spoke through me to comfort her. I stopped going to homeschool 2years later and grew up even more. I forced myself to do what it took most people there whole lives in a year. Somewhere in there I almost completely stopped crying. to see me cry you know I’m hurt. Now just ove a year and a half ago my mom started trying eharmony, you know the thing with that guy who lies through his teeth on the commercial. well anyways she met this guy and fell in love with him this time she wasn’t going to marry for me any more I had made her promise. Well they had got into a fight before they got married and when they got back together I got on his internet and discovered in the history a site I will not list but was very dirty, and I didn’t tell my mom because I didn’t want to be the cause of her being in pain. Well they got married and his Daughter and my mom kinda wobbled out of that friends position they had been in. Things started getting worse and worse and I decided my room was the safest place in the house considering Heather had turned into a atomic bomb that went off if someone didn’t give her what she wanted.

My mom knew this wasn’t her child so she didn’t do to much. She was driven mad by Heather and when doug came back from Tennessee he divorced her and kicked her out. He said once that maybe he just married her so someone could look after hearther for that one trip and my mom’s heart was broke because she realy loved him. We healed but I had decided that I couldn’t trust other men. A few months ago the Lord took me up and now he is my father. The way I fealt that night could not be descibed by any collection of words in the entire world. I now am fighting curses laid on my femily and I’ve got my eyes fixed on the end of the road where I’ll meet up with my father. I love mylife and I’m proud of how I’ve turned out. I am thirteen years old and I will fight for everyone who asks because that is my cross.