Start of the life of me

My name is Krista and I am 20. I was adopted at the age of two but I am not sure I was completely welcome into the family that adopted me. I am not saying in any way that I do not love them because I do. I just do not know if I was completely welcome into the family. The people that adopted me were Susan and Jeff. I love them with all that I am but even in that home it was not the best for me.
My adoptive mom Susan was a drinker.When she drank she could get nasty sometimes. When I say nasty she yelled at me. She had thrown things at me like a phone. She had hit me and pulled my hair until it fell out. She tried to choke me even sometimes. The cops were called one night. A friend of mine had misread a text message that I had sent her and she thought I had said that I was trying to kill myself when what I had actually said was that my mom was trying to choke me to death. The cops came to the house and knocked on the door and I opened it and started crying. I was scared of what was happening.They asked if I was suicidal and I told them I was not and that my friend has misread a text message that I had sent her when what I had said was that my mom had tried to choke me. I told the cops that and they came over and looked at my neck. They asked if I wanted my mom thrown in jail and I said I did not. They warned her that night that if she did it again she would be thrown in jail and that that was abuse.
Like anyone who lived like that, I stayed out of the house until very late. I stole food from the same store every night and I used the computers at the store until they closed. It was a 45 minute walk there and a 45 minute walk home. I walked home in the dark every night. I even walked home in snow storms. I didn't care what the weather was, I just did not want to be home with my mom. I didn't want to be yelled at for something that I did not do. I didn't want to be blamed for something that I had not done.
I didn't want to go through the same routine every fuckin night. I didn't want to go through the emotional and verbal abusive when I got home.