and childhood trauma . I cried constantly crying and was suicidal . What was my mother to do with me ? My mother faced those circumstances . She did what she could to hold on to her sanity while she tried to restore me . Yet , the true effects of what happened to me soon began to show its ugly little head .
As a teen , I was a wild child . I spiraled out of control . I withdrew from high school . I enrolled in GED classes , which I stopped attending to hang out with my friends . On the other hand , I did nothing . I could not keep a job , and my behavior was causing conflicts at home . I slammed the door . I still remember the near-shattering sound of the front door after staying out late with friends .
I dated men twice my age . I felt my life was hopeless . After frequent fights with my mother and sister , I ran away , only to return home a day or so later . So , I decided to live with my sister in North Carolina . Life seemed to get better there . I watched my nephew in the daytime , took GED classes in the evening , but at night the wild child continued to flourish .
I partied hard . After work on my very first job , I got drunk and had a hangover when I was scheduled to work the next day . So , I just quit .
The next week there was an open casting call at On Track Modeling . I signed a modeling contract the following day . Life truly was getting better , but my lust for the nightlife was bound to get the best of me ... and it did .
After a modeling call , I went out with my latest piece of arm candy , who was almost twice my age . Soon , reality hit that I did not know him as well as I thought . I found myself walking the highway in the middle of East-South Charlotte in a mini-dress , stilettos , and a wig .
A person pulled up and asked , “ Do you need a ride ?” I did , so I got in the car , but he was not taking me where I wanted to go ... home . My heart was in my stomach . Afraid of what was to come , I pleaded for a drink . He pulled over at a gas station . Security locks were on the door .
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