Sevens

Chapter five

Disclaimer: Okay so this chapter deals with a lot of woman abuse. If you are sensitive to these types of scenes then don't read I guess but honestly I think it's important that we're all aware of this. A lot of the issues in this book are quite real so like yeah it's up to you.

Today is the day I start working. I remember when I was fifteen, we had a career expo at school. My mother even came, which was strange because she never bothered to attend of my school events. At the time I was so psyched, but now that I think back on it, the only reason she came was to show off her job as a child psychologist. It bothers me now, how she was able to help other kids but never had the time for her own. I remember as my friend, Oscar and I walked through the rows imagining what life would be like if we had the job that was presented to us. Oscar knew from before we stepped into the school that he would want to be a fashion designer, but that couldn't happen unless he wanted to be charged with homosexuality and got sent to Sevens for Lust. Personally I never I agreed with that law but that's none of my business. I, on the other hand didn't have a clue what it was I wanted to be. I mean if anything I would probably just carry on babysitting like I did for the kids on my street. I could have even opened up a daycare. Even though I didn't know what it was I wanted from life exactly, I knew it wasn't a job picking up trash from an unnecessary fight between two human beings just so that a Rectitude could just come and mess it all up the next day again. And they're supposed to be the good ones, it's really disgusting.

My first shift was an afternoon shift from one until seven which I didn't mind at all. Zachary had a lot of connections within Sevens so whatever I wanted I got. I know that sounds incredibly spoilt but he makes my life in this place easier, and I'm so incredibly thankful for that.

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The flip side to being a selfless person is that the scenes you see are sometimes worse than the scenes you experience. And maybe it's because I've been beaten as a child, but seeing a kid being thrown through a gate while he screams to see his mother once more hurts me more than it would if I were in that situation.

"Stop!" I say to the guard throwing the kid inside the gate, "Just fucking stop it."

The guard walks up to me with an anger in his eyes that my mother displayed ever so often when I was younger and grabs my face, "Little bitch. Do you know how things work here? You are nothing now. Do you understand that? Nobody asked you to be like these pieces of sin infested shits but you did anyway. I own you! I am above you! You will not tell me what not to do. Clear?"

I force my face out of his hand and spit on his shoe, "No. I refuse,"

I've still got no clue where the sass comes from.

I've never been hit by a man before. But if there's one thing about the way the guards hand impacts with my face it's that it definitely feels worse than when my mother hit me. It's not like how she used to just slap me and call me a demon child. No this carries on. This is followed by a shove to the ground and a few kicks to my stomach. My beatings from my mother resulted in a few bruises at most but this, this leaves black eyes and possibly even a broken nose. But I'm stronger than this. I wait until the guard leaves and then I sit up to see wide grey eyes staring at me.

"Are you okay?" The kid says.

I open my mouth speak but it doesn't work. My mouth has given up on me again.

The kid looks at me for a short moment before running to me and wrapping his arms around me.

This kid doesn't understand how much that hug was needed.

I don't cry much, but this week I've been crying a shitload. First in the white room, now I guess I'm crying into a little boys shoulders.

Authors note

This chapter made me sad 😪

I'm really sorry for all the sensitive readers out there. But this book is really my personal way of tackling social issues. So yeah, the sensitive issues aren't going to stop.

Okay now that that's out of the way, I thought you should all know a few of the details I didn't particularly find necessary in the beginning because I thought hey...no one says a white main character is white so why say a mixed race main character is mixed race. Basically Amaro's mother was white and her father was a mix between black and white. But yeah this character is mixed race...and why you ask. Well because I feel like main characters are hardly ever a person of color and if I find it a social issue I feel like the only way to make a woman of color appear in a dystopian novel I should just do it myself. So there you go. Another thing is that Amaro is 17 years old. She shall turn 18 next year. TRALALALALLA

Mmmm that was long
So bye bye now