I Can’t Believe My Daughter Is Alive After the Story She Just Told Me

I always feared I would have to identify her in a morgue.

Klara Jane Holloway
3 min readApr 7, 2022


bruised and broken doll
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“Well, mom, he just held the gun next to my head and I was so high I wasn’t even that scared.”

Wait, What?

My daughter (you can read her history down below) is unloading some horror stories on me now that she’s in rehab. She says she needs to do this.

She wants to tell me things I do not want to know.

Either she tells me or her daughter because she needs to get it out. It’s eating her up. She’s held too much inside for too long.

I chose myself over my 19-year-old granddaughter.

These are not things you normally tell your mother. You would definitely never share them with your daughter. I don’t know what else to do but listen.

I do not like it at all.

She has been beaten up, raped, arrested, robbed, and abused way more than I ever imagined. I knew life on the street was no picnic but this was what she chose. I could not have saved her from that life as much as I wanted to. She had to save herself.

I am crying as she tells me things I cannot believe happened to my child.

“I was hitching a ride because it was so cold. This guy stopped and picked me up. I kind of knew him. He gave me some coke (cocaine). I told him I needed to get to the Red Roof but he started driving out of town. I asked him what he was doing but he didn’t answer. I was starting to feel good so I just laid my head back and spaced out. Next thing I know we are parked in the woods somewhere. He says he has to get out to pee. Then he comes around and jerks my door open and drags me out on the ground. He said I owed him for the coke.”

He pulled a gun and held it to her head.

I’d rather not go into what happens next but she was finally able to talk him out of killing her by telling him how good-looking he was and she wanted to date him. She told him not to worry she wouldn’t tell. No one would believe her anyway.

My child. Who is this person?



Klara Jane Holloway

I write about my experiences in life. Some mundane, some sad, some funny, and hopefully none boring!