Disclaimer: I do not own Holes although I wish I did but I do own the character Leslie.
Hi, my name is Leslie Stephanie Jefferson and I'm here to tell you about how my life went straight down the drain. It all started when mom and dad separated, my older brother left my mom and I to go live with my dad.
After that, I had never seen or heard from him again, that was when I was six years old before Lawrence came into the picture. He owned a huge law firm down the road where we lived, at first it was just him sending roses and chocolates to her job and dropping by the apartment once and a while to fix things. Soon things got serious, they started dating, and she asked him to move in with us.
That's when everything fell apart he gained this control over my mother and made her feel small constantly. I was too blind to see it because he showered her and I with gifts to shield us both from the truth. I was never there when he made her feel worthless so what I didn't know couldn't hurt me. About two months into the relationship, he proposed to her and she said yes.
The wedding was beautiful and everything was perfect...so I thought. Some time after the wedding, we moved into this huge house in Beverly Hills and I went to a new school and made new friends.
One night I awoke to loud yelling and screaming in the kitchen. So I crept down stares to see Lawrence hitting my mother so I jumped up and started to hit him but he threw me off and I hit the counter. I was knocked unconscious on impact and the next thing I remember was lying in the hospital bed with a splitting headache. Mom and Lawrence acted as if it never happened and I felt stupid for not telling the nurse when I had the chance. He promised that he'd never hurt us again, but sadly that became a routine with him over the course of my childhood.
When I was, nine Lawrence and my mom got into a horrible fight and he took out a gun and shot her. He hid the gun and broke a window to make it look like someone broke in. The neighbors heard the shots being fired and called the police. When they came, they found me hunched over my mother's body.
There was a big funeral in her honor and it made him look like a fucking hero because the police never said he killed her...Lawrence owned the police. They would do anything to make him look good. Lawrence got full custody of me and from there things go worse he made me his personal servant locked me in my room only letting me out for school and church.
I remembered one night in particular when I was thirteen he came in my room and forced me to have sex with him and he said if I told he would kill me. So from then on I stopped talking and eating hoping I would die.
I experience with drugs and one night over dosed. Lawrence shipped me to this hospital for troubled teens, but don't get me wrong I loved it there a year of happiness. One day he came to get me, he took me from my haven, and began to beat and assault me.
One night I planed my break; I slipped him sleeping pills in his drink and waited for him to sleep. When he did I gathered my life saving and my bag and caught a plan to New York.
Over the next year, I lived with a cousin who dealt drugs and I slowing go into it too. I loved the rush but it came to slow stop when I sold E to an under cover cop at a rave.
My cousin didn't even back me up she disowned me when she found out what happened, so much for family. Since I was fifteen they sent me to a juvenile court and gave me an ultimatum of either jail or detention camp. I chose the camp and I was sentence to fifteen months.
So here, I am on an old hot rickety school bus heading to the middle of nowhere. Then the hot smelly bus came to a stop and the guard pulled me out the seat and off the bus and said "Welcome to Camp Green Lake!"
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