Gangsta Like My Father

It all began with a old stale, couch, damp carpet and a fear that wouldn't go away. He crept up from behind and always grabbed her waist but her dream, her dream was to one day never play his game again. Will that dream come true? Or will she become cold like the room where that old stale couch sat? Life was not always what it seemed and it surely didn't seem like it would begin like this for Tracey. How would this 10 year old's life tell a story so captivating and yet so heart wrenching? Was Tracey groomed for this life or was she a product of psychological warfare? Was she Crazy like her mother or did she have to become a Gangsta Like her Father?