I learned a hard lesson through the years, life isn't easy and whoever told you it was, well they were telling you a big fat lie. I was born to one of the more wealthy families, the daughter of Patrick and Maria Doherty. Yes I bet you've heard their names. Well when I was yoinger I happened to notice my father seemed to drink a lot, I even asked my mother about it nut she brushed it off telling me "Evangelina, you pay no attention to what your father does. Now go along dear you have lessons to finish". she then closed the door in my face. As I got older I learned my father had an addiction with the bottle, and when he got angry he took it out on my mother or I, whoever was the closes to him. My mother, being who she is, was able to reassure me the my father was just upset and he would be fine soon. What a load of bullshit that was, my father would never be the same father that I knew when I was just a child. He would never again be the father that would lay in bed at night and read me a bedtime story, tuck me in, and make sure there were no more monsters in the closet. No my father chnaged to a man that had one goal in life and that goal was to drink his life away. Then one night I decided to take a drink and that night I learned why my father loved the bottle, I got hooked to it. My Mother soon noticed, she was also afraid that my father would decide to hurt me worse if he found out I have been in his liquer cabinet. So she had my bags packed and sent me to St. Peters, what she didn't know was that I would meet a group of girls that changed my life and also I still was able to get my drink.