Ghetto

Chapter #1 Ghetto

I was in my bed sleeping lightly until he barged in my room i continued to pretend a sleep when he pulled my leg tears start to form down my eyes this was the 3rd time these 2weeks."Dont cry,now strip".he slurred.

I shook my no.only to be slapped across the face.i hate foster homes the only reason i am in here because,i was taken from my mother.i pulled my legs to my chest shaking my head no over and over again closing my eyes just wishing for someone to come save me.

He pulled my legs ripping off my sweat pants."Please Mr. please!".i said trying to remove his hands but, it was no use."Its okay i got you".he said all i saw was lust in his eyes.my eyes widen when i heard his zipper come down."No!!!! I dont want to do this youre going to hurt me".i screamed he slapped me.blood start to pour from my mouth he took his manhood out of his pants.

He was about to enter my precious pearl.until my foster mother slammed thrru the door."WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!!?".she asked looking at the scene before her.i cursed my self me growing more mature than the other girls why i am always bullied called fat and yet i barely eat."M-mom its not w-what it seems".he shuddered zipping back up his pants.

"I know exactly whats going on...Youre trying to seduce my Son you Lil HOE!!!".she said pointing."WHAT!".I asked.in shocked.the foster mother knew her son was the cause but she didnt want to believe it."Get Out My House!".she yelled walking out the scene.fine she wants me to leave i really and truly dont give afk.they wasnt taking care of me anyhow.i was putting on my pants when he said something."It was fun while it lasted" .he said with a shrug.i got my gun from my dress and shot him in the back of his head.he fell to the floor i huried and grabb his money.

He had about 800.his mom came running before she can open her mouth to scream i shot her dead in the head.i grabbed all the clothes and this one picture of my mom i slammed it on the grown.aint no love.i ran up stares i could hear the sirens i looked in the purse she had about 1.000 i knew it was for the other fosters that where to come but to bad they aint cared about me.i ran down stairs in the kitchen grabbing as much food and out the house in the back yard jumping the gates.

I had 1.800 dollars to my name and in this world that aint nothing.i was walking i made sure i had my gun by my side on the side of my waist.i was walking by when i spot a park i took out my blanket and slept right on that bench.

This is my story and in this story you will see the struggles the obstacles the hustles of a true ghetto woman.This Is Only The Being For There Shell Be More To Come.-Ori