I was born into a family of privileged assholes. But what happened was less privileged. Nobody got along, constantly fighting with each other and significant age gaps. I was the sixth of eight children, and the younger ones suffered the most. The last of us three were abused, beaten with belts, green twigs fresh from a tree outside, and put into closets with no food.
We were told we were unwanted trash, had old, tattered beds and blankets to keep us warm, and hand-me-down clothes that had holes and were dirty from our siblings wearing them. We never got anything new, but our parents ensured everyone else, including them, had brand-new clothing, shoes, beds, and bedding. They even made sure our siblings had brand-new vehicles.
Jeff, the baby-four years old; Jax, seven; and me, nine. Our parents would use us as servants when they threw parties, and the guests would laugh at all of us. Even their kids would come and laugh at us while they got to play with new toys and games we never got to play with or see. The only time we would get to play games was at school. When everyone was asleep at night, we would sneak food for dinner and eat lunch at school. Our teachers and counselors knew what was happening, but we refused to go to our home. The oldest of our siblings were just as bad as our parents were.
My life changed when I turned seventeen. I left home and never looked back. I took my younger siblings with me so they could have a better life and have more ever known. To save money, I would shop at secondhand stores, so many brand-new clothes that were dirt cheap.
We dressed very well; I did what I could, working two jobs, raising my brothers, and attending school full-time. I taught them they needed to do the same to get what they wanted. Something our parents or oldest siblings never taught us.
After I graduated high school, I went to college and finished my degree in teaching and masters in counseling for students. My brothers followed suit but turned to the law to help the less fortunate like us. We worked together on many cases, and then I decided to get my doctorate in counseling and teaching. My brothers did the same thing. Slowly, they each found someone they could trust, and the women they chose were charming and understanding. Their parents had come from abusive families and broke the chain like we did.
Those two girls became perfect friends with me, but they knew if they hurt my brothers, I would hunt them down and kill them. They laughed because their parents said the same thing to them.
Now they have families, and I have six nieces and nephews,′ and it was time I left my siblings to their own. When our parents passed along with the eldest siblings, we were notified after the fact. I let my brothers know, and we celebrated their deaths. When one of our siblings passed away, someone would send us a notice, but we never responded.
This is about my life moving forward, no longer my past; I am living for today because we do not know if tomorrow will ever come. Only one brother had gotten a divorce because he abused the hell out of his wife. Jax was her lawyer, and they took everything from Rock. His real name is Roland Levi, and he is a boxer like his father. Rock looks, walks, talks, and acts like him. Just a spitting image of his father. He came to see us, wanting one of us to put him up because he was old and lost everything after his divorce.
Now, he tried to play like he was the loving and caring older brother. He never was like that with any of us. He even abused all his siblings, just like his dad did.
We did not see eye to eye then, nor do we now. My brothers and I put him into a home and washed our hands of him. I know we are ruthless and uncaring when it comes time for our family, but we broke their cycle and moved on with our lives, and that is all we ever wanted or needed.
My name is Sabrina Mackenzie Rowan. I go by Mac, Kenzie, Kenz, but in business, I go by Sabrina, which is my story.