Tears In The Trap

My name is Tiffany "Baby Girl" Scott, and as far back as I can remember, I have been lied to, manipulated, verbally and physically abused at the hands of the person who I thought was supposed to protect me. I been through it all and I can still taste the blood in my mouth from when my mother, Camille, knocked me clean across the room because I forgot to do the dishes. I been burnt with a skillet, dragged around by my hair and almost drowned twice in the bath tub. My mother had pure evil in her heart for me.
Those were the days, days that are dead and gone. I'm 18 now and she probably fears me more than the devil himself. At the end of it all, she, along with my father made me the cold hearted person I am today. It was my mother who told me that I wasn't going to amount to anything. It was my mother who blamed me for something that I had no control over. It was my mother who hated me because I was the product of a rape. How could I be responsible for something my biological father did?
I guess you can say that my situation is a little complicated, but for the record, I never meant for any of this to transpire the way that it did. I wish that things were different. I wish that my mother cared and loved me enough to tell me the truth about everything from the very beginning. But now the damage is done and I have to live with the consequences of my actions. Actions that may lead to me being the next person to meet the angel of death. Let me take you back, and show you how this whole ordeal unfolded and placed me at this point of life and death. I'm Baby Girl, and this is my unfinished story.