Jasmine is a girl that see both parts of the world. On one side she see's the drugs, money, and violence. Then on the other side she witness fake people, loneliness, and abuse. She uses the hood part of her to get away from someone that is truly hur...
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Punch after punch, slap after slap, and being pounded on is all I can remember. Waking up in pain is the worst part about living with a abusing, and drug addict mother. I began to get numb to the pain over the last couple of years but last night was by far the worst of all. Last night kind of reminded me of the first time she ever beat me. Where I was bruised so bad I couldn't even attend school. I didn't go to school for 2-3 weeks causing the law to get involved but that story is for another day. I took a look at the blood that stained my creme bear fur carpet. That women began beating on me when my dad left her, which was 3 1/2 years ago now. I never sought help because DCF would get involved and I'll get lost into the system. My dad wouldn't be an option because slangin' rocks isn't a legal job. So therefore he can't prove he has a stable income to take care of me.p
Today I would obviously be late to school because my body was in complete shut down. At this moment, I was going for a comfortable, but a cute look. So I wore some blue jeans, blue jean shirt, brown Nike shoes, and a long cardigan. I wore all these non-revealing clothes to hide my bruise's. I had to be at school at 7:20 and I was leaving my house at 7:11 there's no way I would make it on time. I didn't even bother asking this women downstairs eating breakfast for a ride. "Your not going to eat, sweetie?", she asked causing anger to build inside of me. "Don't want nothing from you after all that you did to me last night", I stated calmly grabbing a apple from the island bar. "Honey, I do it because I love you", she smiled, placing her hands across her heart. Disgust plastered over my face by looking at her. She made me want to die sometimes and/or maybe run away. I didn't know where to but far from here. I began to walk towards my school, hoping my mind gets clear before I get to school. That was impossible because each step I took felt as if bones was being crushed. Fuck it was going to be late today. Then they would call my mom and I'll get home and she'll beat me again. As I was walking, a car pulled up to the side of me, a car that looked so familiar. Then I realized that the car has my mom license plate. So I'm guessing she's going to give me a ride to school and I was so grateful . When I walked towards the car and tried to open the door the door wouldn't bulge. Then the car windows rolled door and this is what happened. "Don't let me hear that your late for fucking school" She threatened. "Well could you give me a ride so I won't be late", I questioned hoping she would give in. She laughed hysterically before stating, "No your going to learn how to not act like your daddy, always think your entitled to something." Then their it was, she just drove off leaving me to feign for myself.
