Before the Pain(A Story of Bree Tanner)

I felt like I had hit rock bottom. My life was a wreck. I had no money, no job, no nothing. It was just me.
Let me explain; my name is Bree Tanner. I'm 15 years old and I'm a loner. I sleep in any safe alley I can find, and i have to dig in the trash for scraps of food.
Before, my life had been, well, not good, but decent enough. My dad had enough money to keep us alive, but he was the main reason of my misery. He was pushy, rude, and abusive. That's why my mom left him, but he refused to let her take me, claiming I was the only thing left in his life. I was young then, about four or five, so i automatically believed him. But now, I know better. My dad was never even close to being kind. If I forgot something, he would beat me and have me lay my knees on rough sandpaper for hours. So, after 10 years of dealing, I decided to leave.
My father caught me though; he brought me back claiming I would starve, or worse. Countless times, I tried to escape, but he always found me, brought me back, and doubled my punishment time. Just as I was about to give up, an answer came to me so brilliant, I had no doubt it would work. It seemed so completely obvious when I put those two strong sleeping pills in his bedside cup. As he soundly slept, I quickly packed my things and stole out the back door.
Of course, now I know that was one of my worst decisions ever. It's been 3 weeks since I ran off, and I've been beaten twice and had to resort to stealing. I, unfortunately, am one of the worst thieves in history.