It shouldn't matter about how much money you have or how you look.
Money and materialistic doesn't matter in 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 if loyalty and caring is absent.
𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 doesn't care how much money you have.
You can't buy 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 .
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"Where the hell you been at boy" my dad asked as I walked into house
"I was at sincere house" I sighed
"When are you not" he slurred
"Your drunk...again"
"I can handle my liquor" he grabbed another bottle of vodka and sat on the couch
Ever since my mom passed my life has been a living hell. My dad turned into a Alcoholic/drug addict. I had the choice to be with my grandma but the thought of leaving him by himself while he wasn't in the right state of mind didn't sit well with me.
"Dad you gotta stop with all this" I said taking the bottle from him
I walked to the kitchen and started pouring it into the sink.
"What the fuck you doing" he yelled pushing me
"I'm helping your ass" I grabbed the rest of the bottles and poured them out also
"You better buy me some more" he pointed
I walked into the living room and grabbed all the drugs that was on the table.
"I swear if you throw that out" he tried to stop me
I ran to the bathroom and threw the pills and coke into the toilet before flushing it.
I turned around to his fist connecting to my face.
"Son of a bitch" he punched me again
I pushed him off me and started swinging at him.
He picked me up and slammed me to the ground causing me to groan in pain.
"Get out" he stood up and kicked me in my stomach
"NOW" he yelled walking away
I held my stomach and got up to grab my stuff.
"On god I hate you" I said
"The feeling is mutual"
I quickly packed up some of my clothes and the money I had saved up.
I grabbed my keys and left the house.
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After knocking on the door it finally opened and Ms. brooks stood in the door way.
She gasped "omg Tj" was the last thing I heard before everything went black.
