How Does this start for the beginning of my lif/e story (so far)?

I’m starting a novel about my life while I was abused how does this sound so far?: She stops in front of the driveway to the church, nice spot to do this Betty. You’re really going to hurt her in front of a church? REALLY? How ironic can one person be? She’s 2 years old. And she didn’t keep her hands in the same position the whole car ride from Nipomo to Santa Maria, big f**king deal! She unbuckles her seat belt and goes to the other side of the car. I can’t watch. I don’t want to see her hurt. She opens the door and unbuckles Abby’s seatbelt and grabs her tiny body out of the car, puts her down on the dirt road and slams the door.

I hear Betty scream at Abby, Abby starts to cry. "When I say listen, you have to f***ing LISTEN Abby! Why do none of you guys never listen to me? I told you to keep your hands together and sit there, is that so f***ing hard to do? You stupid little s***, you can't do one simple thing!" she grabs Abby's arm and swings her backwards "I'm sorry mommy!" she cries. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. Abby starts screaming, though she is facing the car and her bottom is facing my "mom" I knew her behind wasn't the only thing being hit.
"What's Betty doing?" Ari asks. Shut the hell up. Ari, you just told Betty how many times that Abby wasn't listening and now she's being punished for what you did. At the small age of 3, I would have thought a small girl like Ari would have been able to grasp what Betty does when you don't "listen"." Abby cries. I'm gonna f***ing kill Betty, I don't care if she's my mother or not. "I love you too." Betty replies regretfully.

*true story