Treehouses are for experiments Part one
This all started back when my mother split from our father given my father was involved in organized crime back in New York my mother probably rightly assumed he would sooner off her than allow her to leave. As much as sometimes me and my twin sister wonder at what kind of life we’d be living if my mother had opted to stay, he was very abusive towards my mother and had hit out at us from time to time. The last straw was when she miscarried due to the severity of a beating he had given her. He was always repentant after each beating but nothing ever changed. One night whilst dad was out my mother got us out of bed and into a car a sympathiser had given her for her escape. She …