Things were as close to perfect as you can get, which should have been the first clue it wasn't real. When I was 5 months old Randy hit Kym for the first time.
Randy had been sober this whole time, had been going to work, coming home when he was supposed to and being a dad to me.
An old friend of Randy's started coming around and Randy started becoming who he use to be. Coming home late, smelling like alcohol. After the second week of this Kym confronted Randy about his behavior and he snapped. Randy grabbed Kym by her hair and threw her into a wall and punched her in the face fracturing her cheek bone and knocking her out. Randy left and wasn't heard from for a month.
Kym stayed in the apartment at my gram and pop's but she too was slipping back into her neglectful ways with me. I started spending more time in the main house with my grams and pop and after a bit I was sleeping in gram and pops room. Kym would come and go as she pleased and there were times she didn't see me for a few days.
When Randy came home after the month of being MIA he was dirty and skinny and just flat out looked like hell. Grams took him to the emergency room, he was dehydrated and malnourished and his tox screen showed meth in his system. The hospital kept him for 5 days and he was sent home. Again the family tried to get him to go to rehab but this time he refused.
Kym didn't leave him, part of me thinks she really loved him and part of me thinks she didn't want to lose her free ride, whatever the reason was, she stayed. It went on for years like this, Randy would get loaded beat Kym and then go on with his life like it was normal. Kym would take it Leave for a few days and then come back. My poor grams and pop didn't know what to do, on one hand they didn't want what was happening in there house to happen but on the other they were terrified if they made them leave where I would end up. The police were called more than once but they wouldn't do anything because for some reason Kym refused to press charges.
When I was 3 years old Kym took me somewhere early in the morning. I vividly remember a bright yellow VW bug parked on an asphalt driveway of a house. Kym got me out of the car and took me up to this house, I was put into a bedroom and told to stay there. I don't know how long went by but I remember I was hungry and had more than one accident in my underwear before Kym came back to the room. When she came for me I was yelled at for peeing on myself and spanked. By the time we got back to gram and pops it was almost dark and grams was setting the table for dinner. That was the first time I had eaten that day. A week later Kym left and was gone for a little over a month. When she came home her and Randy announced she was pregnant.
I don't remember Kym pregnant at all except for one memory of me walking up to her and trying to give her a hug around her waist and Randy pulling me away and yelling at me not to touch her.
I do however remember when Kym came home after my baby brother Dakota was born. I had turned 4 three months before he was born and It was like I didn't exist anymore.....not like I really exited before anyhow but now it was different.
I wasn't angry or hurt and I didn't resent my baby brother for taking my mom's attention from me. I think I was actually relieved. I was now (and had for quite some time) living in the main house with grams and pop, they were my parents.
I was helping grams fix dinner one night about 3 months later and Kym ran up to the main part of the house holding Dakota and was covered in blood running from her face, she was shaking and scared. Kym heard Randy coming from the apartment and handed Dakota to grams and she ran out of the kitchen door and hid in the garage. Randy had this look to him that I had never seen before, it was terrifying. Pop had already slipped off to the bedroom to call 911. This time Randy was arrested and was taken to jail for domestic violence.
Kym packed her and Dakota's things and left to her parents house, she left me with grams and pop. It was different this time, she wasn't coming back.
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