Seventeen years of living in a complete hell. My life may seem like your everyday #1 hit movie, not those cool action films, or cheesy love stories. I'm talking about the ones where the main character usually goes through tough times. Living in alleyways, fighting off bad guys to fend for herself, being a "street rat" as many would refer to such a person. My life isn't all this. Sometimes I believe I've got it better than that. But hell it's not better than it should be.
Let me back my story up a little. I come from a small little town. Reighmound, Rhode Island. Living on the east coast where we see rain, shine, snow, go from cold to hot temperatures throughout the year.
When I say we're a small town, I mean it. We're very small. About 250-300 people total. Depends on the killing rate for the day.
Yes, I say killing rate. Welcome to Reighmound. Typical druggie, ghetto, home to gangs galore town. It's the life I'm exposed to. Sadly I take part in it. That's kind of how I live on.
My family is... nothing actually. There's just me, my mom, and my dad. Both of them I'd like to push off a cliff.
When I turned 7, my mother hit me. Soon, my father followed. Something about that just kept them doing it. Day after day multiple times throughout the day they'd hit me. I've got many scars and bruises from past beatings. Trust me you don't want to see them.
When I turned 15, I got into a relationship. Yes with the school jock. Down side to that, he abused me too. Yet, I stayed with him.
Not sure why.
I had also gotten a job at the age of 15. I worked for these two guys. They used me to transfer drugs to their customers. Just so they wouldn't get caught. Oh, did I mention they beat me too? Ya, if I didn't obey them, failed the delivery, or talked back, they'd hurt me.
No matter where I went there was no where safe for me to go. My house, beaten. School, beaten. Work, beaten.
Don't ask me how I'm still alive today. That's a later story.
But all I know is... I'm seventeen. And done with life. Yet there's only one thing I can do. And no I'm not talking about suicide. I'm talking about, running away. Leaving to get to the only person who can help me turn my life around. My best friend.
Oh, I've been dumb.
Who am I you may ask?
Names Riley Miller.
Get used to hearing that name. You'll probably be hearing that a lot from here on out.
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Mistreated A Sam Wilkinson FanFic
FanfictionYou'd think Riley Miller had an easy life by the image she put off. But really it was filled with pain and trouble. Parents? Not exactly the best topic to bring up around this girl. Boyfriends? Same deal. Riley's secrets are unknown. She's not an op...
