Chapter One *1/2*

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Date: April 16th, 2013

Location: Atlanta, Georgia - Wilson Household

Kiara. . . 

Today, I've decided to hang with some friends. Jacob, and Alex. Alex is a girl by the way. I refuse to be up in this house today with Chresanto. Nope, no way. After I showered, I put on my ripped jeans, and my crop tee. I put my vest on over it, and straightened my hair down straight. 

{A/N outfit at the side ----->}

I grabbed my shades, and purse then headed out of my room. Then, I accidently bumped into Chresanto. Shit.

"Wh-Whoa whoa," he exclaimed. "Where we going with that outfit on?" he smirked feeling on my leg. 

I smacked his hand away, and gave him the evil glare.

"We aren't going anywhere! I'm going with my friends!" I declared. "Well, we'll see how long you stay out with your lil bitch ass "friends"," Chresanto remarked. I scoffed, and walked away. My mom and I rode in the car on the way to my friend, Alex's house. 

"Why don't you like your step brother Kiara?" my mom asked. "Mom, are you serious?" I shot. She looked at me like I was crazy. "Don't jump stupid at ME young lady! Now, I just asked you a damn question, and I expect a gotdamn answer," my mom yelled.

I swear, she is doing tha most. I can't stand her when she does this. She's so bipolar.

"Mom. I don't wanna be around Chresanto." I said. "Tell me why!" she said. "Or you're not going to Alex's."

"Okay, okay mom. He.. he," I got choked up. "He what?" my mom yelled. "Oh my gosh, HE RAPES ME MOM," I declared. She paused right in her tracks. "Mom, drive." I commanded. She started back to drive again. 

"How long has this been happening?" she asked. "For several months. Every since you, and step daddy got married."

"And you go that long without telling anyone?" she exclaimed. "I didn't know how mom! And then, that only would of made things worser," I cried. She shook her head crying. 

"Now, what am I supposed to do?" she cried. I broke down. "I don't know mom."

She pulled up at Alex's house. 

"Get out. We'll talk later," she said. I sniffled, and stepped out of the car. I walked up to Alex's door, and knocked on the door

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A second part of this will be posted!

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