They heard the story of the hole. I had bruises and bruises for 2 weeks afterwards and it was agony to stay in class. Even though the experience with the belt was bad, the worst is yet to come. This abuse continued for at least another two years until I was taken away from Tina. Now this is the fall down the rabbit hole that is my life. This is the story that changed my life. It was the day after Christmas. I had just turned 11 nine days earlier, so the house was covered in wrapping paper and toys. So far everything was going great. That morning my mother went to the store to get something for dessert that evening. We were having dinner at my Aunt Jeni's, who lived next door, and she wanted to make some pumpkin pies. While he was gone I had prepared breakfast. There was a shortage of food in our house so I opted for fried eggs. Nothing serious, right? I was wrong. When my mother returned, she began to take out all the ingredients for the cake. Apparently eggs are one of those ingredients. Now, I hadn't eaten all those eggs, but what was in the carton that morning was the exact amount she needed. Tina had begun to get angry, and in an attempt to calm her down, I volunteered to ride my bike to the