Chapter 12

“One day, when I was seventeen, Dad caught me playing and singing over at a friend’s trailer near the woods. He dragged me out of there, beat me up, and called me every ugly name you could think of. Told me I was a jokeand a waste of space. To add insult to injury, he broke my guitar, the only thing I had left of my mom and the one thing that had never left me or let me down.

“I ran away. Forget school—I just wanted out and a new life far away from him, from the shame that was baked into my skin, it seemed. Of course, I was on the streets for a while ‘cause I had nowhere to go. Learned how to fend for myself. One day, I found a guitar in a dumpster someone had tossed out the back of the pawn shop near where I peddled sometimes.