{Chapter -"Roc's Life Story"}
Roc's P.O.V.:
After i had that flashback it brought back so much i know what your thinking what might've started all this well here's a little detail of my life story Lets take it. I was about to be 6 its was my birthday and so my daddy just decided to take me around riding in his car and we came to a stop light and this black SUV pulled up and then out of no where they just started blasting at us then drove off i was only shot 3 times 1 in my arm 2 in my side as for my daddy he was shot multiple times because he was trying so hard to protect me and died on contact at the scene. I knew something was gonna happen to him just for the fact that he was the big time drug dealer in the neighborhood, but just not with me on my birthday. My mom and i took his death really hard only because all of us were just so very very close but my mother took it way harder than i did, being that she lost the love of her life and most of her family to all these types of things. Also because she did drugs you name it she did it dont get me wrong my mother was one of the most beautifullest women on earth she had a nice smooth light brown complextion some big pretty hazel eyes with a hint of green in them and a nice figure to have had a child she was just a bad serious junky. I took care of her and her addiction til i was 10 and the courts took me from her and made me move in with my grandmother. From that day i had never seen my mom except in for pictures. My grandma's house wasn't that bad aside from the fact that she was taking care of my auntie and her 6 kids. A couple weeks after i started living there life became living hell grandma would beat me for the things my cousin's did and blamed on me and everytime she went somewhere she'd take my cousin's and leave me home alone with auntie only to be raped and molested by here everyday for 3 years until this one kid moved next door we became close friends and gave eachother nickname mine was Roc his was Prince everytime i was left at home with her i'd climb out my window and go to Prince's house, eventually my aunt found out and conviced my grandma to bar up my window making it another 2 years i got molested. I finally packed up all my stuff and ran away i was living on the streets and everything, but i still managed to get to school. I always got picked on because of my smell's i hated but stayed strong and got my education. One day i was sitting on the side walk doing my homework and this lady with this smooth light brown complextion and beautiful hazel eyes with a hint of green in them came up to me and asked me what my name was "Chresanto August" I responded to her as her eyes lit up and a beautiful straight white smile spread across her face from ear to ear before she could even speak I cut her off my giving her a big hug squeezing and holding her tight as if i never wanted to let her go again as tears slowly streamed down my face after six years of hoping and dreaming of seeing my mother again she was finally in my arms and this time i was never letting her go i was never gonna let her get away from me. She took me to her house and helped me get cleaned up and we sat dwon and talked for hours and hours non stop about everything. Who would've known that after all the years i would finally be reunited with my mother if felt like a dream, a dream that i never wanted to wae up from as my days shall pass. Life started off good for us at first until my mother she decided she fell in love again and got remarried to some low life mooching punk ugly a-s buff a-s nigga that didn't do sh-t with or in his life. The only thing he was good for was beating on both me and my mother i tried to fight him off all the time but it was no use he was always stronger than me but i would never go down without a fight i loved my mother and i was always gonna protect her. Eventually they got an divorce and things got easier aside from the fact that mama lost her job so i had to follow in my dads footsteps become the man of the house and start selling dope. Of course my mom was mad but money was money whether good or bad and if it was bad money that kept food on the table, clothes on our backs, and shelter over i head well so be it. So then i met this fine a-s girl i mean she was the sh-t and then some but she put her hands on me and i reacted and this time if felt good so i would repeadatly hit her over and over again letting off steam and letting go of my anger the only good thing was she was a girl she was weak she couldn't hit me back or defend herself because this time i was the dominant one i was the strong one and i was gonna make her feel may pain. I guess it's a way of showing that i still have love and affection for her it might not be the best way of showing it but oh well its the only way i know how. So now i see her kissing this dude and it just pissing me off i hate it i hate him! All this ran through my head as i laid down in bed and slowly drifted to sleep preparing my self for what tomorrow's school day might bring.
End of P.O.V
