Implants

2- Taitum

"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LIKE THIS IT'S LIKE YOU DON EVEN TRY TO HELP ME AROUND HERE! HONESTLY WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU DO? YOU'RE A FUCKING MISTAKE AND I WISH I NEVER HAD YOU. YOU DON DO ANYTHING TO GIVE YOURSELF A LIFE IT'S LIKE YOU EXPECT ME TO ALWAYS TAKE CARE OF YOU. LIKE GET A FUCKING JOB AND DO SOME SHIT. SPEND ALL YOUR OWN MONEY INSTEAD OF FUCKING MINE."
Hi, my name's Taitum, and what you just saw was my mom being a piece of shit to me and cussing me out for no reason.
"THE FUCK YOU YELLING AT ME FOR? I DIDN'T EVEN DO NOTHING! AND WHY YOU LYING SAYING I DON TRY TO HELP YOU WHEN YOU NEVER EVEN HERE? LIKE HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO HELP YOU IF YOU NOT EVEN HERE TO HELP? HUH? YOU ASKIN ME THE FUCK I DO, LIKE I DON'T DO THE BULLSHIT YOU TELL ME TO DO, ON TOP OF GOING TO SCHOOL, WORKING LIKE 12 HOUR SHIFT AND TAKE CARE OF MYSELF AND YOU EVERY SINGLE MOTHER FUCKING DAY! YOU SAYING YOU WISH YOU NEVER HAD ME. WELL GUESS WHAT BITCH, I DIDN'T FUCKING ASK TO BE HERE. HOW THE FUCK AM I NOT GIVING MYSELF A LIFE IF I'M LITERALLY WORKING LIKE A GODDAMN SLAVE AVERY FUCKING DAY. AND YES I DO EXPECT YOU TO TAKE CARE OF ME JUST A LITTLE BIT BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO DO AS MY MOTHER. YOU ACTIN LIKE I EVEN ASK YOU FOR SHIT SO I DON'T WANNA HEAR THAT SHIT ABOUT SPENDING ALL YOUR MONEY. BITCH YOU SPEND YOUR SHIT ON SOME DICK AND FROM THE WAY YOU TALKING AT ME, OBVIOUSLY, THE SHIT AINT IT. YOU STAY ACTING LIKE I DO SHIT TO FUCK UP YOUR LIFE BUT IN REALITY, YOU FUCKIN UP YA OWN LIFE. DAMN, I CAN NEVER CATCH A FUCKING BREAK WITH YOU." I ranted. I get up out my seat and grab my phone and headphones, and head out the door. "WHERE THE FUCK IS YOU GOING?" My mom asked me. I just ignored her. why I gotta catch hell for shit I don't do? I wanna leave and live with my dad but I can't. court papers say that I gotta live with my mom and my twin sister Jaiden gotta live with my dad. she's so lucky that she hasn't been stuck with that shit-crazy woman for literal years.

I walk and walk until I see that it's kinda late. should I go back home or keep going? ... I make the conscious decision to go home. I turn around and head towards my home until I see a black Cadillac escalade pull up right beside me. I stop walking with fear on my face. A man who looks like he's in his mid to late 20s with face tats, a nose ring, and very large hands get out the car. he came up to me with a bright smile. I back away slowly with very small steps. Fear still drenching my soul like football players in Gatorade after winning the Super Bowl. The man is still making his way toward me while maintaining his bright smile but realizes I'm scared to death and slows his pace towards me showing that he means no harm. I know you're wondering why I'm scared, well, let me paint the scene. I am a 15 year old FEMALE minor, on the STREET ( yk where random people be for like transportation and other random reasons and shit), at NIGHT, in the DARK, by MYSELF. now if you still don't get it, my possibilities of being physically harmed are currently a lot higher than other people's. also there is a man that I don't know walking towards me. so yeah. back to the current scene. The man slows his pace towards me to signify that he means no harm. I realize that he doesn't want to hurt me so I stop backing up and let him approach me. Then he speaks. "Umm, hi. my name's stokeley. I was sent to pick you up and tell you that you are going to move with me to North Carolina tonight." who in the hell sent this man to me and why am I moving to North Carolina? why am I moving to North Carolina with this man who I don't know sent? I have a lot of questions. "Okay, I just need you to take me home so I can get my stuff and tell my mom." I said. now, why would I be okay with moving with no context? well, it's because I fucking hate living with my bat shit crazy mom and if I'm moving, then more than likely my sister's gonna be moving with me. "Wow, It was that easy? I didn't have to explain why or anything?" "nope" "damn. you must be miserable at home to be willing to move hours away with a random ass man without context" "yep" "umm ok den, get in the car and imma take you home" with that, I got in the car and the man took me home.

time skip

I arrived home and immediately went to my room. I packed my clothes in my suitcase and put my charger, hygiene, pajamas, snacks, and wallet in my backpack. I finished packing and went downstairs. I saw my mom waiting to beat my ass at the bottom of the stairs so I texted Stoke. he gave me his number in the car and told me to text him when/ if I needed him to come inside. he also said to text him if I'm in danger, or need a ride, or in general just to keep me safe.