Cinderella Abel: A Reality

By Kamisha Wells

Megan was born into a less-than-ideal home life in Compton that included molestation and a mother who battled drug addiction. Although her grandmother tried to ensure safety for the family, they still had to deal with the gangbangers and constant shootings that came with living in gang territory. Every day, stray bullets flew and victims died. Sadly, there was no way to escape.

Megan brings others closer to her deepest thoughts as she seeks love and affection from her parents—one a Crip and one a Blood—while embarking on a coming-of-age journey into adulthood. As she provides a glimpse into her struggles as she searched for happiness and transformed from a confused young girl who made bad choices into a strong, successful woman guided by better decisions, she reminds others seeking to overcome their own fears of finding their place in life that there is always hope.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Oct 27, 2021
• ISBN: 9781665542432

Kamisha Wells

Kamisha Wells does a masterful job writing her life story as she uses her craft to bring you so close to her feelings that you will think she is standing right there with you. You will not want to put this book.

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Published by AuthorHouse  10/22/2021

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CONTENTS

Introduction

Childhood Trauma

Why Me?

Life in Compton

Negative Influence

Young Girl Lost

Playing Games

Her Eyes on Me

Breaking the Cycle

Left Confused

Conversation with Mom

Michael Myers

Creep on Wheels

Counted Me Out

Memory Lane

Soulmate

INTRODUCTION

I n a world where family should be your closest resource for protection, I felt like an outsider in mine. I grew up in dangerous neighborhoods where I had to fear what was going on outside and I had to protect myself from what was happening right there on the inside. Picture a little girl looking up at adults who enjoyed watching her eyes fill with tears as they took advantage of her every chance they could. Picture a girl who was beaten, molested and left to fend for herself at an age when parents and family members were supposed to be there to protect her. Picture a girl whose dreams of becoming somebody were never shattered no matter how much the devil tried to get in the way and destroy them.

There was nothing that I could have done back then. Today, I am a strong woman who has overcome so many obstacles that I have faced head-on. At times, I felt defeated by the adults around me. But no matter how hard they tried, God never left my side. Today, nothing could even penetrate the tough skin I have grown, which helps shield me from the negativity sent to destroy me. I’ve had a rough life. There are people who attempt every day to take me off the pedestal that I have earned the right to stand on. If not for my own efforts to make strides forward, they would have seen me become just like them.

Although I could have given up at a very young age when I felt I didn’t have the strength or the skills to keep pushing forward, I am now on the path God always intended for me to be on. When you put him first, there is nothing that anyone in human flesh could ruin. I thank God for allowing me to get through the situations I couldn’t understand. Everything did happen for a reason. Whether it came from family members, friends, or enemies, I am living proof that every situation that ever hurt me or made me cry was only temporary; I was able to grow and find the best ways to deal with the pain. Today, that pain no longer weakens me. I now can protect myself from anything that I have already suffered from. God, you are the greatest, and I will never forget the battles that you helped me win. I promise to always put you first.

CHILDHOOD TRAUMA

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O ftentimes, I find myself staring at my kids, wondering how it is I could love and care for them so much when I myself couldn’t get that love from my own parents. Truthfully speaking, I can’t explain how I survived what I have been through. My childhood was terrible. My mom was heavily on drugs. Her drug of choice was sherm. As a child, I would see her dip her cigarette into liquid, and in one minute, she was off and running. My dad was hooked on crack and was always in and out of prison. I can’t imagine ever doing anything my parents did in front of me in the presence of my own children. I don’t even know how they survived that long doing the things they did. My mom was well known out on the streets of Compton. Although she was a drug addict, no one ever got out of line with her. She held her own and would not allow anyone to disrespect her. The same was true of my dad.

When I was growing up, we all lived at my grandmother’s house. When I say we, I mean my entire family, under one roof. In that house, I saw many things I wish I hadn’t been witness to. My mom would always leave me with my grandmother to go out and get high. When I was a baby, my mom would sometimes leave me at crack houses in exchange for drugs. Looking back, I can’t believe she would do that to her own daughter. Sherm had total control over my mom. She would have done anything to get it in her hands. But she wasn’t the only one in my family who had issues. I still remember coming home one day and walking in on my grandmother bent over, having sex with my cousin’s father from across the street. I was traumatized. It was terrible to see that at nine years old.

Home was never a safe place for me. I tried to do fun things away from the house to avoid seeing or hearing the crazy things my family did, but that never seemed to work. The first person who ever molested me was my cousin, who was about four or five years older than me. She was actually the daughter of the man I caught screwing my grandmother. I called her my cousin, but we weren’t blood related. We were just very close. She would try to get me to do all types of nasty things to her. She would tell me to lie on the floor, and then she would put her vagina up against mine and begin grinding on me.