Story of a trouble, abused,emotional teen who wanna give up on life due to the position he's in and what he goes threw...but he finally meets someone that makes him wanna be here and makes him think that life isn't bad after all
Slumptaction sorry😁
In the dimly lit basement, Jahseh huddled in the corner, his breath forming wisps of fog in the frigid air. His thin frame trembling uncontrollably, his skin goosebumps and pale, bore the marks of his ordeal bruises, scratches, and cuts from his Greg and His mother.
He clutched his knees to his chest, trying to conserve warmth, but the chill of the concrete floor seeped into his bones.
Jahseh been in the basement for over a week in the half, he's been crying begging for Greg and Alica to let him out.
But every time he pleases or begs they still wouldn't let him out, so jahseh gave up not trying anymore just accepting that he would rot in this basement alone.
He been starving, they not giving him food for the pass 3 days. Greg comes in the basement and force Jahseh to Suck him off saying that would be his breakfast, lunch and dinner for the day. Jahseh would always throw up after it. That made it no better with the smell of throw up ranking through the air.
But I guess they realize they couldn't let him starve to death so they give him only two white breads and a medium sized cup and that's it for the whole day.
Saying "better use this wisely because this the only thing you'll be eating." But every time jahseh try's to eat it he'll just throw it back up. Stomach too weak to eat anything.
As the heavy door creaked open, Jahseh recoiled instinctively, his heart pounded in his chest like a trapped escape animal desperate for escape.
The door opened all the way revealing Alica. Alica harsh voice cut through the stale air.
"Get up Jahseh". She sneered, her eyes cold and unforgiving. "You had your little time, hopefully you learn your lesson to not be a whore anymore." The mother tells her teenage boy.
Jahseh sighs at her words. He pushed himself up from the cold, hard floor, his movements slow and labored.
Every muscle in his body protested the effort, teeth chattering uncontrollably from the coldness of the basement, but he knew better than to disobey. With trembling limbs, he shuffled towards the open door, his gazed fixed firmly on the ground beneath his bare feet.
"Hurry the hell up, or you want to be in this basement for longer?!" Alica yelled at Jahseh. Jahseh cringed at the screaming. He was in pain have some sympathy for the boy. Jahseh went fast as he could going up the basement stairs not wanting to be in the basement for longer.
As soon as Jahseh was out the basement emerged by the warmth of the house.
His senses overwhelmed by the sudden change in temperature, tears welled in his eyes. He felt a surge of conflicting emotions- anger, despair, and a bone-deep weariness that threatened to consume him.
