Chapter 1: "Dreams are not real"

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Jenny's dream :

"Jenny stop playing with me, stop running BITCH!" Richard yelled tugging on Jennys shirt.

"Please, please, please" Jenny said sobbing. Her pillow was soaked like a wet rag from crying so much that whole night.

Richard pulled out his gun & pointed it at Jenny. "Bye,Bye" Richard said pulling the trigger.

BANG!

Jenny quickly awoken from her dream. She looked side from side too see if Richard was anywere around her. She was breathing hard. Sweating as if she had been in a 50 minute race. Jenny pushed her body too her head board on her bed & crossed her arms & began singing. "Why you wanna fly, blackbird .. " Jenny paused & took a deep breathe. "You ain't never gonna fly, Why you wanna fly black bird. You aint never gonna fly. No place big enough for holding .. all the tears your gonna cry.. Cause your momma name was lonely, & your daddy name was pain" .

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The next morning ..

Jenny walked in the kitchen. Were her mom always been at. Momma always usually sits at the kitchen table, with a beer can & a lit cigarette lying in - between her fingers. Staring & reading & throwing mail everywere around the table. Looking stressed & flustrated as usual. I walked towards the table were my mother sat & pulled out the wooden chair & took a seat next too her.

"Hi, momma" I said, looking up at her.

"Hi, hun." Momma replied, looking down at a piece of paper, that can possibly be a bill.

"I had a weird dream yesterday" I said. I took a pause, licking my lips. Staring at the fridge, Which had tons of pictures of my family & I.. Including Richard. my momma looked up at me, waiting for me too continue speaking. "It was about Richard" I finished, Taking a deep breathe, with a "I hope its not true face".

"Richard, your father" Momma said. With a confused look on her face.

I never respected Richard enough too call him my father. Because he have not earned that spot in my life, He's a fucking deadbeat. So instead I called his ass Richard.

"Yea, I had a dream about that nigga. He was tryna rape me. Then I was crying hard & was just like .. "Please, please & please" Then he said to me "Bye,bye" & shot me. Then I woke up" . I said, I turned my head & stared at my mother.

"Thats still your FATHER, stop calling him Richard. Girl, & it's a dream. It's not forreal, well at least we hope it's not. But I know it's not. He's not even around" Momma said . She shrugged her shoulders. & sloutched back in her chair. Crossing her arms, looking at me.

"You right" I said, throwing a unsure smile on my face. I barley know the nigga anyway, Shit.. I dont know what he's capable of.

I got up & walked upstairs too check on my lil brother Cortlan. He was only 13 & I was 15. I walked towards his door, with my bare feet. The floor was cold as ice. I tapped on his door 3 times. Too alarm him I was coming In. Then thats when I opened his door.

"CORTLAN!!!" I said yelling. Opening my eyes wide as hell, looking shocked.

"Jenny, please be quiet.." Cortlan said in a calm voice. Cortlan eyes was puffy, red & wet from crying. He sounded like he had a stuffy nose & his nose was running just a bit. He stared at the wall. While his arm was dripping blood on the black carpet floor. Luckily we didn't have white carpet.

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