Description
I can remember a time when I was happy, carefree, and naive. Sometimes I can still see that little girl running around in my childhood home. How I wish that I could hug that small, fragile body, sooth her and tell her to be strong, be so strong and brave so nothing can knock her down... But that simply isn't possible. Nothing in the world could have ever prepared me for the nightmare that I was about to endure. I won't ever be able to tell that weak and tiny girl that everything would be okay, that she would turn out fine, that she could and deserved to be happy. Even if I could I don't think I would, lying to myself would've only made things so much worse. My name was Caspin Roberts and this is my story. ❗❕This story will include triggering topics such as mental, physical, and sexual abuse. Do not read if these topics trigger you.❕❗ This story is on hold as of 6/17/2021
Chapter 1
