lovely mess

chapter 1

When I was a kid my mother warned me about boys that would break my heart and no matter what some people just disappoint you. You told me to believe in myself and believe that you would always be there. Here I am mom. I'm seventeen, and in the back of a cop car because you weren't there. You're never here. So I'll get passed around like a bong at one of your parties where you completely lose your mind and I have to be locked in my room so nothing bad can happen to me. No men from outside the four walls can lay a hand on me like they did to you. But the real person hurting me is you.

The rhyme they say about stick and stones, as if your hand or any mans hurt more then the words my own mother said to me on a daily basis. And you can't imagine everyone's disappointment until your mother leaves you in a druggies home for weeks on end by yourself with no clue where she is or when someone's gonna come knocking asking questions. And when they question me again, this time I won't protect you. I'll show them the bruises, and tell them the stories. They'll send me to my uncles, or my grandmas or maybe a shelter. But after I tell them, mom I can promise. I will never come back to you ever again.