The more I write about this the more emotional I get, but I keep going because I can’t let it keep me in bondage anymore. I’m trying to help other families who might be going through this, or who have already been through this. It is never too late to get help. I could have died many times, but I survived. I survived it and my dad didn't win. I won, because I am still here to tell my story. That makes me a survivor. I was afraid to tell Child Protective Services about my dad because I knew they wouldn't believe me. He had so many people fooled — he would act nice around people, but when no one was around, we would get it. Then his drug and alcohol abuse got worse, and he would start leaving for weeks at a time, which felt good — until he returned. Then it would start all over again. My dad, Kenneth Haugabrook, also known as Rico. I have to say this to anybody who reads my book: Don't be afraid to talk to someone about what’s going on in your home. Don’t leave your abuser in control of your life, don't give them control. If there's anything you’re feeling, write it down. Don't suffer the way my family and I did. It will benefit you in the end.