Mr. Aaron [father of a wonderful boy]

Hello. My name is Aaron Harrison. Don't call me that everytime you adress my name, kthanks. I have been living on this planet for 19 years now. I have parents, but their complete assholes. My dad had raped me various times, and caused me pain and stuck memories to my mind that will never fade away. Sometimes when my father is out with friends, I ask my mother why she just stands there and lets him do what he does to me, and she just looks at me and shrugs then goes out with her friends or into a different part of the house and avoids me.
I used to do horrible things, like pop pills also know as drug overdosing. I used to pull my hair out and mix pain with pain. I would mess around with needles, and intoxicate my bloodstream with heroin, or morphiene needles and one time I almost killed myself that way. I would scream my lungs out, until they burned. I would cry so hard, that my tears were almost bloody, and made my eyes bloodshot red and all sore. I would slap and punch myself just to feel pain, or make my bones weak. And I would almost commit suicide to get myself out of all this pain and suffering. But the one thing that helped me, was my sister Ava. She commited suicide herself when she was 17 years of age.
I was in my bedroom, laying in my bed under the sheets and my father comes bursting into my room and yells at me to take my clothes off. I shake my head, and he slaps me across the face. I finally had enough. I forcefully pushed myself out of my bed, and push my father to the floor hard breaking his back. I finally realize what I have done after a few moments and shake my head and run into the kitchen rummaging through the cubboards for any type of drugs. I find some, and unscrew the bottle and pop a few into my mouth. After atleast six or eight pills have gone down my throat, I feel a whisk of air brush against my shoulders. I hear my sister's welcoming voice slide against my ear and I set the bottle of pills down.
My sister had saved me from suicide in a way. I feel the air breeze off of me, and go through the roof above my head. I pour the other pills that were in my hand in the bottle and put it back in the counter. I walk back into my room totally forgetting my father was still laying passed out on my floor. I see his fainted body, and literally jump in fear. I realize he's passed out and take a breather. I grab my black hoodie, and my vans and a shoulder sling pack and run out the front door my mom watching me as I leave. I walk to the nearby park, and pull my belongings onto me. I bring my legs to my chest, and place my chin on my knees wondering what to do next. The next thing I know, I'm on my own and I have a full life ahead of me.
EVERYONE FEELS PAIN ATLEAST ONCE IN THEIR LIFE. NO ONE'S PERFECT.
I was madly in love with this boy, but then after a few weeks into our relationship he goes off with with his best friend, who is apparently married and gets him pregnant. Once I found out, that he was pregnant and that he was falling for him I just cracked. My heart broke in two. I knew I was loosing him, and it felt like I would never be able to give love another chance no matter who beggged me to come back. I wouldn't. I couldn't. He told me that he would keep holding onto me, and always keep a special place for me in his heart but with him it felt just right. I kept wondering, "What does he have that I don't?" that question swirled through my mind wondering if it would ever be answered. Or why he was so perfect, and I was so.. not. Then after a few days that they started dating, and I was broken completly and cutting and being all the way suicidal he came back to me. Told me it was over.. forever. He told me he wanted me back, I was so shocked. How could he totally break me, then want me back just so quickly. I always give people a second chance, so I just gave in and let him back into my life. Now I'm pregnant with his child, and he's my one true love again. But seriously, if I get my heart broken in two again I will never trust anyone or love ever again.