thug love(interracial story)

nine

Damien p.o.v

I looked in the mirror at my black eye. it hurt every time I tried to touch it. Philip did it. Philip was my foster dad. he was a drunk. he was rarely home and when he was home he was always drunk. he was always violent. but he never hit me nor my foster sisters. he just beat Catherine and she let him. but last night was the first time he ever hit me.

he came back home in almost 2 months. and he was drunk and he tried to hit Stacy(my foster sister) and I jumped in front of her so he wouldn't hit her she was only 10. and so he just punched me right in the eye, soon after that he left.

today was Saturday and I was gonna do anything.  maybe hang out with my boys.I took a shower, threw on some clothes, grabbed my keys, and left put. I decided to go to marques house. I could use a smoke right about now. I pulled into the driveway and heard blasting music and cars parked all over the yard. marques is having a party without me. I went in not even knocking. everybody was to busy dancing or smoking to notice me.

I spotted marques in the kitchen talking to a girl. that mean he already got in her pants or he is trying to. I walk over to him and he whisper something in the girl ear and she left.

"you're having a party and you didn't tell me?" I asked leaning against the sink. "I thought you would be out with her" he said taking a sip of whatever was in his red cup. by the smell of it I think its alcohol. "man, come in now, I can have a girlfriend and still hang out with my boys" I said. he laughed. "girlfriend, she did change you" he said. he held his hand out I'm guessing for me to shake it. and so I did, well it was a dap.

my phone buzzed and it was gabby. it read. 'come over we need to talk'  "who was that" marshes asked. "gabby, but you know what I'm not gonna reply, because I came here to chill with my boys and hats what Im going to do" I said. he laughed "that's what's up, Dman" he said. he handed me a cup I took a sip and realized it was alcohol.

I party it up. I drunk a lot, I smoked I was introduced to some hot girls. and then I saw this one girl. my vision was a little blury cause of the drinking an smoking. but I was that drunk or high, I could tell it was Amy and she was staring me down. I walked her way and she tried to walk away but I caught up to her, pushing, and shovinpeiple ou my way to get to her. I grabbed her by the wrist turn I her around.

"are you following me?" I asked. "no" she said trying to get put of my grip but I was much stronger then her so it was difficult for her. "you are everywhere I am, how did you know I was gonna be here?" I asked. she stayed silent. "ima call the cops"I lied. if I call the cops they probably would arrest me to. I've been arrested so many times, and plus I smell like weed, and alcohol, but she seemed to buy it.

"okay, I am following you, only because I was told to" she said. "what, by who?"I asked confused. she just stared at me until she spoke up. "Jane" she said. at that moment I dropped realize of her at the sound of my mothers name. "how do you know my mother?" I asked. "we're good friends" she said. "but you like 19 or so." I stated. she shook her head. "I'm actually 34" she said. my eyes grew big. she looked so young. but that wasn't what was really in my mind. my mother was.

"why didn't my mom just come down here by herself?" I asked. "she thought you may not wanna see her, but she did wanna know how you were doing, and that's when I came in." I shook my head not believing what she was saying.

"no, no way" I said. " how else could I know your mother has a butterfly shaped tattoo on the back of her neck? how else would I know your favorite toy when you was little was your little red firetruck you named Freddie." she said. she was right. all those things were true.

"and.." she paused. "your mother wants to see you, she gave me a plan ticket to give to you, think about it, Kay" she said walking away. I took the plan ticket she gave me from out ta of her purse. my mother lived in California. I really need time to think. so much was just thrown a me. should I go see her?

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what do y'all think?

creepy Amy is not so creepy now is she, lol.

its longer, I just notice the scroll bar on the side when I'm typing, thanks to my friend.

hope y'all enjoy

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