The Story of Channon Rose: Lessons between the Lines Read Online Free PDF Page A

I would outright give attitude to Misty they thought I was being mean to her because she broke my parents up. My father would get extremely upset with me when I was rude to Misty. He would tell me to treat her with more respect. I tried to tell him about how abusive she was, but he never believed me. My father believed that I was telling stories to split them up. Clearly Misty was manipulating my fathers mind as well. She groomed him for anything that I could have said to him so she would never get caught. I wish he would have believed me, just once. When I did try to tell my parents, my father would just end up getting mad, and when I told my mother she would call my dad which of course would get my dad mad at me again. It ended up causing a lot of drama, so I eventually stopped telling them anything regarding Misty. I was still very young and so I slowly came to think that stuff like this was typical within families. That was my life during those years and I believed it was normal so that became my thought process of why my parents never did anything about it. Until the night Misty tried to kill me.
    I had no one to talk to, so I turned to writing. It was a way to get things out in the open, express myself, and release some of my feelings. It was my own kind of therapy I had found comfort in and it made me feel better. One night I was home alone with Misty; I dreaded these days when I was left alone at home with her. Everyone else was at a basketball game that my dad was coaching but I had to stay home to do homework. I already had a rough day, mostly because of some very hurtful things that Misty had said to me earlier in the day. She said that my dad loved her family more than mine and that’s why I stay with my mom most of the time and if my dad had it his way he would never see us because he doesn’t like my mom and we remind him of her. She explained that he simply doesn’t have time for us. She also told me that my dad said I was mistake in the first place and that he wished he never had me or married my mom. What Misty told me hurt my heart beyond belief. How could anyone say this to a little girl? Her manipulative rants were so evil, and her being my elder, I believed them. I blamed Misty and not my dad, because I loved my dad, and thought none of this would have ever happened if she hadn’t come into the picture. Who could I talk to? Was what she was saying true? I was alone, afraid, scared, confused, and felt deeply unloved. The calm I found was during my writing, so that same day I wrote a poem about all the hurt I was feeling. I eventually turned my poem into a song.
    (You can download the full song that I wrote and sang on iTunes https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/missy/id910981211?i=910981267 )
    Mommy and Daddy they’re fighting again,

I remember the day it all began.

It started with her; she looked like a witch,

Yes it started with her; she turned out a bitch,

She took my mom away from my dad,

and she made our family hurt so bad,

Misty, you amaze me, you are crazy,

Daddy, it’s like a war over you,

But Daddy she’s winning, she’s obsessed with you,

Daddy, I wish you could see, Misty is destroying our family,

Daddy, she hurts me physically, I really wish you’d listen to me,

Misty, you amaze me, you are crazy.
    This next part of the poem was added years later when I made this poem into a song.
    Daddy thank you for listening to me,

She was so close to killing me,

I thank God everyday for you leaving her,

today she’s in jail for manslaughter,

I won’t forget how she ruined me,

But she taught me a lot of what not to be.
    I had left my room to use the restroom, and when I came back, Misty was in my room reading my poem with tears streaming down her face. She wasn’t sad; she was angry—shaking with anger. I was shocked and petrified. Misty stared at me with her piercing brown eyes as if the world stopped and every ounce of her focus, hatred, anger and disgust was focused directly at