In January, after texting some Tinder guy for about 3 weeks, I decided to meet him. It was pretty sketchy, and I should be grateful for the fact that he was who he said he was and, you know, didn't kill me. He said I could meet him at his apartment or we could meet up at the Starbucks across the street from his place. In addition to that, he lived 30-40 minutes away so I would be driving the farthest I've ever driven myself from home, going to meet up with a stranger. Not the wisest thing...

I realized that maybe the reason not a lot of people read my blog is because they don't know a lot about me. Well, I don't open up easily, but I figured I'd give it a try.
My name is Lexi, I'm 15 years old, I was born in Florida, USA. My parents didn't get along very well because my dad was a drunk, smoking stoner. They fought all the time, and it became routine for me to hear my father beat my mother at night. Then, when I was three years old, my father decided to give me bath and while the...