I had lost my mom over a year ago, when I was just 19-years old. That was when everything changed between my daddy and me. Daddy became abusive towards me, calling me mean names and hitting me whenever I was bad. Now, I know all parents hit their kids, but I'm not talking about a slap on the ass. I'm talking about being slapped in the face and even punched. Two months after I turned 10, he created a special punishment. He would tie me to a table he had in the basement, which he called the punishment table, then whip me with a leather strap.

A month after that started, I was in my bedroom, watching TV, when I heard him yell, "Jaycie, get your ass down here!" I slowly walked downstairs and into the living room, seeing daddy sitting on the couch, holding a piece of paper in his hand and giving me an angry look.