Has love died in me for good?

I come from the lower part of the lower cl from a family of criminals and low-lifes. I was given an abusive stepfather at 8 years old and my mother said, "Deal with it son, we can't make it without him." I have just turned seventeen and I am finally free from him for good, but I have used hate and anger as a shield for so long that I feel that I no longer can love and understand a human being because of the cards life dealt me. My life has been a constant struggle to survive, and now that I have my freedom, I feel like I can't love another human being. Has love died in me for good or am I going to recover?