Jayden and Cyrus have been living two different worlds.jayden is 17 living on the other side of the tracks and pretty much stays to himself he has alot going on at home that he doesnt want alot of people knowing about. cyrus is also 17 the spoiled...
i didn't mean to run from Cyrus like that. i hope he isn't mad at me, i just had to get home before my dad did, he gets mad when i come home late and freaks out, he thinks im outside screwing guys like my mom. people don't understand, he beats on me and my mom when he gets really angry. and whenever i try to stand up for us my mom gets mad and lashes out on me, telling me how i make everyhting worse, and if he leaves us then it's all my fault.
That's why i have such a fear of letting others into my life because i don't want to get anyone caught up in my drama. it's why i dont have any friends or anything , no ones life is perfect I know but mine is just. awful that's why i want to get good grades so badly so when graduation comes, i can leave and never come back. I don't know exactly where I wanna go but as far away from here as possible, it might sound harsh but i don't care, he isn't completley there in the head.
he's an alcoholic, he's abusive, and a pimp. that's how he met my mother, she's one of his old prostitutes she retired when she had me, and my dad thought it would be a good idea to marry her.
my mom on the other hand she just sits at home all day wasting away, waiting for my dad to come around, and when he does come around he is always extremely drunk causing chaos at any chance that he gets. im afraid that one day he's going to kill her and possibly me if i don't get away from there.
i caught the bus to get back home, there weren't any bus stops in Cyrus's neighborhood so i had to walk almost four blocks to get to one. when it finally stopped at the destination i got off and started to walk towards my house.
i knew i started getting close when i started to see random guys in alleys shooting dice and gambling the little that they have , and women standing on the corner of the liquor stoor dressed in dingy clothing that they probably stole from the macy's on 75'th Ave. I continued to walk and my phone received a message I looked to see who it was and it was Cyrus.
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I totally forgot I gave him my number I smiled to myself happy that I did. I was going to respond, but when i arrived in the front of my apartment building i saw my dads beat up camaro parked in his usual spot.
i hesitated to walk any further towards the building, im scared if he's going to be drunk and hit me again.
last time he attacked me was when i was in my room studying and my mom was nowhere to be found for days so he had no one to beat on but me, he walked in my room and punched me in the face, and after that i went unconscious for who knows how long. when i woke up my face was bruised and my lip was cut and i was left in the middle of my bedroom floor.
i took my time walking up the stairs to the door, i started to take off my bookbag to get my key out, when i opened it the key wasn't there, and i remembered that i left the key on my bed when i was getting ready this morning.
