My mom. She had me when she was really little just a teenager she didn’t have or she didn’t have her full fun. Her dad wasn’t really a dad he would come back home start shouting and drinks all day and absorbs to violence to her and her mom she went to this bar and she saw a woman the woman was sad for her and she teach her how to shoot and gave her leather jacket she gave her to try a drink and learned to her how to use guns and techniques. One time she found this boy that is above her age and just like two years she started talking and laughing together and drinking and they would go and steal some glasses and talk in the night look at the stores. Eventually they said goodbye and went back home. Her dad started yelling at her and hitting her taking her head and throw against the wall as she couldn’t take it anymore as she got out of the house and went to that guy house she started crying and sobbing and he took care of her feed her and made her laugh a little cheer up they watched a movie and she slept on his shoulder. The guy felt this overwhelming feeling of protective he picks her up and let her sleep beside him in the bed. She wakes up feels a little better but still angry of her dad she couldn’t handle it anymore she took her gun put on her leather jacket that the woman gave her and puts her training in use. She went and budged the door open her dad was gonna scream at her, but she shot his left hand. And then his right hand he fades on the floor and she shot him in the eye making him hear me dead after that she was living with that boy and they had sex as she found out that she’s pregnant she didn’t know how to say it to him they were too young. She was 17 he was 19 he tells his mom his mom blames it on him and takes good care her when the baby finally arrived he said he couldn’t take it anymore because he was a teenager. He doesn’t deserve to have a baby even though he loved the baby girl and loved her but his dad says that it was the best option after that she took care of the baby a little girl she got an apartment and she promised herself that she would be the best mom I could ever have we would do bad stories and karaoke and let me play with her make up and wear matching dresses as the little girl grew up into a teenager she would still be to being the cool mom she would sometimes let her daughter have a shot the little girl grew up all she ever saw her mom is this joy she would see her mom this Blondie pinky princess. And was her rock. But the little girl grew up to finding her mom wasn’t all pink dresses and a smile she murdered for her. She grew up, realising that there was a dark side of her that she was a murderer and a stealer I’ve been. Present a couple of times she knows that her mom would do anything for her and we’re talking anything