So Sad

I have a young cousin that I adore...he is 17 and has lived one hell of a screwed up life...

Well last night he stepped out of his little fucked up apartment and got jumped...hes in the hospital in super bad shape, I am so woriried about him, hes my little man and I want to be there so bad, its about a 2 hour drive, but I have to wait, see my grandparents have been there since 2 a.m and so I need to go let their dogs out and check on their trees and such, then I am going to go...I am scared and sad and I need to see him, I need to know hes ok...I just need to see him, hold his hand and plot a mass murder of a bunch of ghetto pricks who jumped a kid...

Ever since C was a little guy he has been screwed over by his parents and siblings, they grossly used and abused this little guy...they often left him alnoe and when they remembered that he was around they used him as a slave...

He has ADHD and so he needs alot of order and structure in his life and has never, or seldom, had any of that...I have always been the safe place, the place where he could run to whenever possible. For awhile it was impossible for him to come to me as he was in Oregon, but we went as often as possible to see him. His Fucked up dad (my uncle) had him commeted to a mental hospital at the age of 6 because he said he was out of control (he refused to act as a slave and ran away) the dirty place they sent him treated him bad...my grandparents then sent for him, but to get him they had to take my Uncle to...

They faught constantly, my Uncle always running rough shod over him, treating him like less than a dog...he deserved so much better...the fights always landed my little man in juvie (kids jail) when in actuality my uncle should have been taken away...

My grandparents did everything they could to try and protect him, I did everything I could, it just always felt like a loosing battle, I hated watching him go through all of this...

Ashley and I spent hours with him almost daily, basketball, walking, rollar blades and so much more...I did everything to get him away from there...he has called me mom since he was a little guy, I never minded...I loved the time I spent with im, I just wanted to give him a soft place to land...

When I got the call from my grandparents that he was in the hospital, in bad shape, I wanted to run to him, hold him...kill the asses that did this to him...but here I am, sitting and waiting...I hate it...he needs me and I need to be there. Ugh I hate waiting...I worry about him, his life is heading down a sad lonely path, I just want to keep him away from all the bad...envelope him in all the good...

Please keep him in your thoughts and prayers, I will update when I can...just please pray for my little man

thank you