Truth Be Told

chapter 1 - Why

People are physically drawn to a perception of a person. not truly knowing them inside and out. they are simply living to see what they see in their eyes. simply a fantasy. but some people aren't able to just stop and live in a fantasy, but truly live in the real world. the real world of life..

Stormy's pov

Baby, I love you, you are my life
My happiest moments weren't complete if you weren't by my side
You're my relation in connection to the sun
With you next to me there's no darkness I can't overcome🎶

I woke up to the sound of Beyoncé's song dangerously in love playing on my alarm clock. I turned over, shutting the shit off. I didn't feel like going to the worst place of my life, SCHOOL. I wanted to cry just thinking about it. I got out of my old rusty uncomfortable bed and made my way out my room. walking through the disgusting small hallway of the apartment I lived in with my stepfather, I made my way to the bathroom.

"Lord please let there be hot water today". I said praying and hoping that there will be. I turned on the shower water and thanked god that there was hot water. I stripped out of my sweats and baggy shirt I was wearing and got in the shower. Letting the hot water relax me. I guess this would be the best time to tell u guys a little about myself.

To start off, im 18 years old. I live in the rough neighborhood of Inglewood CA. My full name is stormy rose summers. Im 18, 5"7 and a senior at Inglewood high school. I have somewhat of hazel greenish brown eyes, that change colors every so blue moon. Im a mocha lightskin color with black long wavy hair and I have full pink plum lips.

As for my personality, I'll describe myself as shy and quiet unless im spoken to. as for family, its quite sad to say I really dont have any. my dad died when I was 5 and as for my mom, she's unheard of. when my dad died she just didn't act the same anymore. she started to be mean and hateful. started doing drugs and bringing different men into the house every night. honestly my childhood was bullshit.

About 8 years ago my mom simply just vanished in the dark sky and never returned, leaving me with her abusive drunk husband, john. I simply remember them getting married just to get a income check. which meant money and money meant more cocaine to get high with. after a blow out between them two my mom packed her bags and left.

"Get cho fucking hands off me." My mother crystal yelled.

"Bitch have you lost your damn mind, are you really just gonna up and leave me like I aint shit?" John yelled back.

"You aren't shit now get your hands off me." She pushed herself away from him. Only for him to send a left hook to her face.

"Fuck you". John told her and then searched around for his keys and in like 2 seconds, he was out the door.

I stood there frozed, not knowing what to do.

"Mommy are you ok?" I asked my mom, who nose was bleeding like a volcano.

"Yea baby im fine, ummm listen I need you to understand something, ok?" She said getting up off the floor and looking at me, studying my face.

"Look mommy has to go and get something situated and get life on the right path for me and you." She said while repeatedly wiping her nose and scratching her arm.

"Am I going with you?" I asked. She looked at me with a sorry face.

"Look baby no mommy cant bring you, but I promise once I get everything situated and a big beautifully backyard that you can play in, I will come back for you, ok sweetheart?" She said smiling