Being in a group home wasn't ideal for anyone, but for the six teenagers, it was the best they could get out of the crappy system. In other's eyes, it was an odd way to form a friend group bonding over being in the same abusive home. But in their ey...
Hello everyone! I am so sorry this update took so long. The past few weeks have been filled with doctor appointments and lots of different doctors. I have been diagnosed with a lung problem but am doing better now and updates should be getting more frequent!
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"Oh pussy up, boy," my father yelled at me, laying back on the couch and kicking his feet up on the coffee table.
"No wonder your mama left, she knew what little shit you would grow up to be. No good for nothing Jack, that's what you are."
I shifted on the hardwood floor, looking at the white radiator that had splatters of blood all over it, I couldn't feel any pain but at the same time, everything hurt.
He sighed, annoyed, again...and for a moment I thought he was coming back to finish me up—which subconsciously made my body curl into a little ball.
The hunter channel flickers on, but I don't hear it—only the static voices of grown men. The cold floor presses against my cheek as I stare at the little dust and cracks covering it.
I want my brother, I want my mom. I want everything else but to be here right now, stuck in a room with a man who got annoyed at every move I made.
Over time I've come to realize it wasn't his fault that I annoyed him, it was mine. It had always been mine, he was just putting me in my place for the mistakes I had made.
"I-I can't think straight," I say, whining. My dad hated it when I whined.
My ears start ringing and my vision closes, am I dying? A part of me hopes I am, so I can stop disappointing everyone around me.
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Alea crumbles to her knees beside me, right onto the pavement as we watch the ambulance zoom away. Ten feet away from us are Robby and Karla loudly arguing with the social workers and police.
I sigh heavily—struggling to keep my tears from leaking. "Alli come on, get up," I try to convey but she doesn't listen.
A few feet away from us are Quinn and Walker. Walker has Quinn in a tight hug, his chin resting on the top of her messy blonde hair.
I have no time to think about where Makayla is right now because two officers are already heading our way.
"Names?" The burly one asks, with a notepad in his hand. He doesn't have an ounce of sympathy on his gruff face, only a small scowl, and I start to wonder how many calls he gets like this a day.
I swallow harshly, the name dancing on my tongue, "Uh, Jack Monroe."
Usually, I can block out the memories of my father and my old life before I came to live here. But today after the events it just seems like the smallest things will trigger a button that plays another DVD.
