William: I didn’t exactly have the best childhood. My mom left when I was 3 and my dad was a long haul truck driver but he couldn’t do that and watch me and my two sisters. He gave up his parental rights to his mom. My grandma hated me because I was named after my great grandfather. She hated him so she hated me. She had all this built up anger. She hated saying William or Red or any of the names that reminded her of him.
She lied and said I was a trouble maker and put me in a facility. I was always the runt in the facilities. That meant that I got picked on really bad. I have scars from where I was burned repeatedly. You know that knife game where they stab in between your fingers? Well, they stabbed me, 3 times. I escaped from the boy’s home when I was 14 and have been on my own ever since.
BW: What was the hardest day when you were in the facility?
William: None of them compared to when I was out and having to deal with the family.
BW: So, the family was harder than being in a boys home?
William: Yeah, you ever heard of a whistler as a tool of punishment? I’d come home with a bad grade or if my grandma was just having a bad day… it was a piece of plywood that had holes drilled into it. My dad made it for her.
When I was 7, I moved to Colorado with my dad because he had met a chick online. She was really abusive. I have scars in places that I don’t even want to mention. She stripped me of my clothes, hog tied me and kicked me repeatedly with steal toed cowboy boots, while my sisters were forced to sit there and watch.
William: Because I said “I did it.” I didn’t even know what I was admitting to. I just knew that I didn’t want my sisters getting in trouble with her.