This is my life story. Everything you read here is all true and factual, so please be kind to me about the things you may read.
It started one late summer afternoon. My mother needed new tires for her old Cutlass and where else to go than Discount Tire? There is where she met my stepfather, Maurice Manuel Ferrat, or Moe, as he liked to be called.
My mother and I lived with my grandparents in Queen Creek at the base of the SanTan Mountain. Moe was quite the odd ball and neither my grandparents nor I liked him, but my mother fell in love with his purple braces and money stacks.
{several months later, after my sixth birthday}
I was sick one day and my grandparents wouldn’t take me (from my understanding) and my mother had her license revoked from having an accident. So, she took me, and naturally she wasn’t feeling well herself. She had just picked up her pain medication and set it in the center console of the car and we were driving away from the pharmacy when she was pulled over. She was arrested for child endangerment and driving under the influence of drugs, even though she didn’t have any.
We’re devastated to hear she was sentenced six months in jail. I don’t think ive cried so much in my life. And what do you know? Moe isn’t helping her out.
Later on that month, we start packing up our things and decide to move to Ohio. Once we pack everything up and sold the house, we’re off to go on a three week drive (mind you we had three horses, seven dogs and three cats in a trailer while following two semis loaded with stuff from the house).
{one year later}
Im sent back to Arizona to live with my mother, who has married the ass I never approved of. The first time we were alone, he said, and I quote “you stay out of the way of our relationship”
For a full year I was abused by that man. He called me horrid names I wish not to remember, physically harmed me in ways I didn’t know possible. He even hurt my mother, and I couldn’t do anything… yelling, screaming, fighting… it was aweful. After some court documents later, im shipped off to Ohio again.
I lived there nicely. I loved the snow and the horses were fun to ride. I loved playing with the dogs in the twenty acres of woodlands we had. I was at peace. After doing tons of the wonderful things one would do here, I sadly moved back in with my mother, only to find out I had a little brother on the way. I was everything but pleased.
His name is Jayden Mykel. Hes currently seven and going into the first grade, but back on topic… I wasn’t happy with the news because I was supposed to be the only child. Selfish, I know. Again, another year of abuse and torture and I was back in the care of my grandparents.
This happened for three years. Back and forth. Year here, year in Arizona. Finally, something big happens to turn the tables in my favor.
I was nine and I had just moved in with my mother in her apartment. She was on her second divorce with Moe and was pregnant with Kaleb Alexander, who is now turning five and in kindergarten. Anyway… I was only there for about two weeks when this “big thing” happened. Moe had come to pick up Jayden for the weekend, but didn’t have an officer escort him like he was supposed to.
I was upset he was there and naturally, my mother wanted to make me feel better and give me a hug, but I refused and kept asking to be left alone. Moe found it fitting to break down my bedroom door and beat me until I was choking on my own blood. I locked myself in the bathroom as my mother fought with Moe and I called the police, asking for an ambulance. Once they arrived, they checked me out and found nothing damaged. Once that was done, I was handcuffed and put in solitary confinement for child endangerment, abuse and destruction of property. I spent six months in a small padded cell, with rotten food to eat. As soon as I was released, I moved back to Ohio, of course!
Now to the interesting parts, filled with conspiracy, lies, and many other horrible things.
I had just turned twelve, and my mother wanted me to visit. It was summer vacation, so I went to go visit and say hi (at this point, she has had four kids with Moe. Jayden Mykel, Kaleb Alexander, Makayla Rose, and Mia Marie{not born yet]) and I was insistent that I stay packed.
Well, as I said, there is lying and tricks to be played and this is one of the many of them. My mother never got my plane ticket back to Ohio and said to give Moe another chance. I told her no so many times, I think its lost its meaning.
So I endured for a month or so before trying my luck at the lottery thinking ‘maybe I can buy a plane ticket myself’, so with the twenty bucks I was making every week, I bought tons of lottery tickets, scratchers, and other things like that. After a few months of this, I finally caught a break and won the Powerball lottery. After taxes were taken, I had about 300 thousand dollars.
I wanted to do something special, but I didn’t know how everyone would react to it, so I looked up everything I needed in secrecy. I was looking for surgeons. And after about a month of searching, I was going to give up, ‘til I found the surgeon that matched the criteria I was searching for: full body and anatomical reconstructive surgery. I gathered up the money from my lottery winnings and some of my college savings (just in case) and forged a few signatures and voila! I found myself in a taxi to the Phoenix Surgical Center. After paying the fees for the surgery and specifying what I wanted, I was sedated and they started the long surgery. It lasted for a little over seven months because of how complex the operation was. I was now a pony! I had fur slowly growing and I had small hooves too. I looked so cute back then.
After a while, I started to learn how to walk again, among learning to move my ears and tail. I had completed my physical training and therapy within a couple weeks and was absolutely excited to show off my new body.
Now im sure you are questioning what I told my parents I was doing over the next several months, and I told them I was going on a trip with some friends. Little did they know I won the lottery and got a surgery done. So after I signed some release forms (with my mouth) I was in an ambulance off to my mom and stepdads house to surprise them. When I arrived, I walked up to the door and knocked with my new appendage. A few moments later and my mother was standing in the door with a glazed over look as she stared me down. I decided to speak and asked “well, are you going to let me in or stand there staring all day?”. She screamed and slammed the door in my face, which hit my new muzzle hard. I rubbed my muzzle and waited for her to open the door again, which she did so reluctantly. I finally got her to let me in and after some convincing, told her I was her “new” daughter. She was absolutely livid I did this to myself, but it was worth every penny.
Now, when my stepdad, Moe, found out about this, he took advantage of this and bought a horse drawn lawn mower, and some other things for me to use. He abused me, cursed me, hurt me, worked me like a slave, and called me names like “brood mare”. Im still scarred from it all, so please don’t ask about it.
After being put through walls and enduring slavery, I was fed up with it all. I wanted him out of my life for good, so when the time was right, I got him pissed off and I got him in one of his “hulk fits” where he throws crap around and curses everything, yelling and screaming like the hulk.
I called the police and he was removed from the house. I moved to my grandparents friend’s house a few blocks away while my mother dealt with court stuff. After a month of living with Linda and Steve, my grandparents, Sandra Gayle and Larry Joe, finally arrived to convince the courts to let me go with them back to Ohio.
The Arizona Supreme Court gave my grandparents partial custody and released me into their care. Now, after almost two months of living with them, im going to give birth to little Sophia Morgan this November.
