High School Persuasive Speech

My father decided he wanted to drive and judge a debate tournament my freshman year. This was his second time doing judging and driving. It was Public Forum, LD, parliamentary state qualifiers in Oceanside. My father finished judging and wanted to leave. My partner Holley Parsons and I were watching a speech round. I was marked down for texting. My father came in and removed me, my parent and another girl by the name of Jade Hovel from the room. He was angry and called me a stupid ignorant whore and we started going home. He continues to yell and ended up swerving off the road to hit me. That night I was not allowed to go back to my grandmas. He slammed me into the wall in the hallway. The next day Holley and Jade reported my father and as

a result he is no longer allowed to judge or drive for debate.

When I was very young, my sister and two cousins were over and we had just bought a hamster. We were cleaning the cage for it in the front yard when the hamsters foot was caught in the ball and it died. I cried and went to my dad. He sat us down on the floor and started yelling. Josh and Zach told him to calm down. He pushed Josh several times and Kodie got up and he slammed her into a wall. The neighbor Carrie called the police and he calmed down shortly after. Josh and Zach haven’t been over ever since and Kodie became distanced.

In 5th grade there was a grade wide field trip to Pathfinder. My father refused to give me a suitcase or extra bags. I ended up putting my bags in a pink Barbie doll clothes bad. My three days at camp I had no socks, one pair of underwear, one pair of jeans, two t-shirts, no soap, no shampoo, no deodorant, no towel, no sunscreen, no pajamas, flip-flops, closed toed shows and one bra; most of which I wore to the camp. When I returned home my father was furious; he broke my bad and told me I wasn’t allowed to any school functions again.

My father was mat at Celeste, his ex-girlfriend, for smoking in the pool.

I was around five years old. He dunked her youngest son Hunter underwater for an extended period of time and threw me into a floating object in the pool head first. My mouth bled from it. Celeste’s oldest son Taylor stopped coming over after this incident.

When I was really young my cousin Zach would dunk me under water in our pool My father got angry about it and dunked my cousin under until my aunt started screaming and slapped his back. My father threw my aunt into the pool and stormed off.

I got a friend to come over by sixth grade. She called my father’s girlfriend a prostitute and didn’t like coming over. One day my dad made us make him tacos. While frying tortillas in oil my dad came in angry and took over as it started popping. Some of the oil popped onto his stomach and he threw the pan on the floor next to Bridgette. She cried and ran out. I had to clean up this oil after.

My father lowered my self-image, he made me sit outside in the sun for hours to burn off zits. He would make me scrub my face with scrub side of sponge and would pop my zits. I have been called a whore, a skank, slit, stupid, ignorant, spaz, crazy, psycho and a communist on a daily

basis.

My father took me to Hollywood clubs over the summer and in august Rainbow/over the rainbow/ Whiskey-a-go-go. The second time at Whiskey-A-Go-Go my father disappeared till 1 AM and returned very angry before we drove home.

In 8th grade, I came home from school with a headache. My father wanted me to make spaghetti for him. I boiled the water and cooked the meat at the same time. My father got mad because the noodles would be cold before time the sauce would be done. We were both frustrated, he drove to Rite-Aid, bought me Advil, gave me the Advil, poured me a glass of water and threw it on me. I cried and he made me site on the tile floor; I had to sleep there without changing.

In 2014, the cops were called on a noise complaint for my father’s music by neighbors. My father spent the night furious and pulled out his gun and said he would shoot the neighbors. It didn’t happen but it showed me two of my dad’s guns that were loaded and that he wasn’t fearful of killing people.

Sometime around November me and my boyfriend Jonny were playing an online game League of legends. My father came out mad and shoved me around. My dad left to get smokes. I was doing poorly, I went into my dad’s room and got the gun out of his back and checked the clip to see if there were any rounds in it. My dad texted me saying me or Jonny need to go with him for pizza. I texted Jonny to go but my father came into the room and saw me with the gun. He then took the gun and looked through his bag. $400 was missing and he thought I took it. He was furious about the money and ignored the fact that I wanted to kill myself.

When I was really young my dad’s ex-girlfriend’s youngest son Hunter and I were playing in the Jacuzzi. Blade had a cut on his finger and my dad and Celeste went looking for a Band-Aid. Hunter had a comb and started scraping the white pasting holding the tiles together. I jumped on his back and told him to stop. He ended up slicing my neck with the comp and breaking the chain to my necklace yet Hunter had no punishment. They gauzed my neck and I found my locket eight years later when draining the pool pump.

My dad was very absent from third grade to fifth grade (2008-2011) because of his girlfriend Celeste Craddock. They were in their rom for hours and would leave at night. There was rarely food for me, she had three dogs and two sons. The sons were violent, mean and unintelligent. They frequently missed school and ridiculed me for how I looked as a child.

My dad gave Blake and Hunter my rooms and put me in the garage for about two months when I was in 3rd/4th grade. We switched back to both of them in the garage and me in the room due to her dog Bear jumping and tying to bit me. It was cold in the garage and rodents came in because the dogs bit the door allowing them space for them to enter. The majority of my dolls had been ruined and several stuffed animals were ripped.

My dad’s most recent roommate Lisa is a 50-year-old nudist ballerina. I have walked in on her giving oral sex to her boyfriend and heading her have sex frequently in the room next to mine. She is naked around me and my boyfriend Jonny.

I have done a large majority of house work since fourth grade. I made his bed, breakfast, dinner and do his laundry. In addition to doing vacuuming, bleaching floors, mopping doing the dished, and disinfecting the house. When I came back on January 12th, the dust was horrible. I cleaned all the door jams, vacuumed the whole house. It is a very toxic place to live in with dog urine all over the floors that have not been removed for years.

I haven’t seen a dentist or had healthcare for many years until I moved in with my grandma.

Our roommate Mark (lived with us summer of 2014) play-wrestled with me by force. Multiple times while my dad was busy with his girlfriend and my preschool teacher. He ended up molesting me multiple times and my dad was a witness of this. He told a sexual joke about me to my dad and was kicked out. My dad now thinks Mark is the sexual predator of the neighborhood.

Gene and Autumn were my dad’s friends from when he was with Celeste and moved in for a week right after Mark. They constantly had sex and Gene said he was running from the police. They did acid and were the embodiment of a druggy freeloader.

My father had suspension hardware in his bedroom for a large part of my childhood. Towards middle school it swapped to a stripper pole. He offered it to my sister’s ex-husband once celeste was hurt bad enough to leave.

Utilities were off and on throughout middle-school-high-school. Up for two weeks without water.

I wore some underwear from elementary school to ninth grade until my Grandma’s friend Holly ought me new pairs. I was surprised how different they felt and how to buy underwear like a normal person does. Similarly, I rarely had clothes that fit. Holly and my sister gave me a large majority of my middle-school clothing. My principle Mr. Pichonihto in eighth grade gave me my first well-fitting clothes.

My father would not let me do homework a majority of my time with him. It was my final “straw” when I left on October 31st, 2014. When I returned on January 12th, 2016. I stayed at school till 3:30 when the library closed to do homework every day and dropped most of my extracurricular activities. I had to get a note explain that “Improving Mother-Daughter Relationships” was for homework and not me reuniting with my mother.

I massaged my dad’s back for hours till he would fall asleep If I didn’t he said he would choke pass out and die.
An actual condition he has that ended up nearly wrecking his car multiple times and he refutes to see a doctor about it.

Before I left in October 2014, my dad owed me $200 for his cigars and beer he couldn’t afford.

I never grew up past age eight. In third grade, his friend Brenda offered to redo my room because it seemed to childish. He said no. I wasn’t able to get rid of any of my old toys as I grew up because they meant too much to him. When I started rebuilding a relationship with his this past august we cut down the white furniture, threw out the Barbie’s, and littlest pet shops. I was too embarrassed of it all in front of Jonny. My dad didn’t accept that I have grown up until I was 15.

The father didn’t let me have friend’s come over until middle school. I was very naïve. I didn’t know what was happening and didn’t know how to describe it. I didn’t learn about female things until about seventh grade, and no concept of street lights until around fourth grade.

Violence was largely throwing me, hair pulling and throwing objects at me to avoid leaving marks.