Thuggish

Depressed

Treyvon house felt like home, I had cloths on my back shoes on my feet, and food in my mouth I couldnt complain. But Treyvon be lookng so fine, with his hazel eyes and tatted skin all over his chest, but the downfall is, he is with that hoe I think she just with him for the money.

I took off my cloths preparing to go take a shower but i felt like someone was watching me. I turned around and it was treyvon peaking in the door I automatically jumped and said "get the fuck out of here i dont play like that you fucking asshole" I slammed the door and i heard him say " damn shawty i just like yo canvas, I like how yo body work" . But i didnt want to hear what he had to say . I slide down the door and began to cry, flashbacks start coming back like the hit that my daddy did to me on my face. My dad use to peak in the door but he had a belt in his right hand because he knew I was gonna resist him from having sex with me but i was always to weak weak to the point i gave up. I think treyvon is just the same, or am i overthinking. But all the emotions came down and the flashback was replaying over and over and i just sat there and cried.

Then i heard a knock on the door " aye veveian yo im sorry i didnt mean to disrespect you like that shawty im sorry i aint nothing like yo daddy i swear"

But i just let him talk im just so hurt and feel so much pain but all of a suden i couldn't breath i tried to yell help but i couldn't everything started to get blury I heard a bang on the door but all it did was echoed until everything just went dark.