~Kurby's POV~
Where do I even start" i said with a little sad chuckle "well when I was 4 years old My dad left my family and he took me with him so until I was 7 I lived with him in LA, then he got into a really bad car accident and he was rushed to the nearest hospital where my grandmother brought me and he sadly died that night. I didn't have anything anymore he was my everything. I had to stay with my grandparents for a year and then they gave me to a foster home. That's when my life went from bad to hell really fast, abused, not loved, i was the "brat" of the foster kids. Then this family adopted me and I though this would be a good thing for me but once they got me behind closed door they were just like they other foster parents- cruel. Damn it still makes me sick. Then this one lady, a single mother adopted me and it was all good, she let me go out and be free, it felt good for once but then it all stopped when her boyfriend came in to our lives. He used to get really drunk and hit her and they would fight all the time. Sometimes it would get so bad that I would hide somewhere and just cry until I didn't hear anything then I would sneak out to see what happened some times it would be that he left or he passed out on the couch and my "mom" would be outside smoking and crying. They finally broke up and she started drinking and started getting mad at me for no reason she would hit me. Tonight she hit me the hardest she ever had before, I had enough, I had to get out of there. And that's where I met you at the bus stop." I said I looked up realizing that I was crying again and I looked at Westy he was staring at me I could see that he was in awe. I started to play with my sleeve trying to hold back the tears. "I'm so sorry your life was shit" "it's ok at least I'm free from that hell hole" I said "anyways why don't you tell me about yourself now" I said biting into my apple. As Westy got comfortable "my story is similar to yours in away I guess you could say, so when I was about 3 or 4 my mom and dad would fight constantly I would hide under my covers with my sister and listen to their yelling until all of the sudden I would here the front door slam and it would get so quiet that the air felt dead. Some nights after it went quiet I could here my mom crying in the room next to mine. One night the yelling got so loud that I started crying because I just wanted it to stop but this fight was different I could hear my dads hand hit my moms skin and then I heard her yelling in pain "get the hell out of this house! Get away from me and my child!" and then I heard glass shatter and then the door slam and then silence, after a few minutes I crept out of my room and found my mom curled up against the wall. I just walked over to her and curled up with her she held me as we cried. after that night we didn't see my dad for weeks but one night he came back only to gather his stuff and take my sister with him. I lived with my mom and never saw my sister again after that night some times I like to think that we have some how crossed paths since then but who knows. My mom worked her ass off after my dad left. 3 months ago my mom died not from cancer like I told you she actually committed suicide, I don't know why because she seemed pretty happy. I came home from school that day and like any other day I came in and yelled that I was home and usually she would either be watching tv in the living room or she would be in her room working on stuff and she would yell back "so am I" and then laugh but this day there was no response I yelled again and still no response I walked into the living room and she wasn't there, then I made my way down the hall towards her room, the door was closed so I opened it and she was laying in the door way of her bathroom, I ran over to her and shook her and yelled her name but nothing would wake her. I just sat there with her in my arms crying and yelling, I started to think that she killed herself because of me. when I finally collected myself I called the cops and they came and took her away I walked back into the house and went into my room I was so numb I didn't know what to do I just laid in my bed and stared up at the ceiling not wanting to face the reality of what happened I skipped school for a whole week when I finally got out of bed i looked at my night stand there was a letter laying there I picked it up and in my moms hand writing was my name I opened the letter and read it, it was from my mom she told me everything that had been happening leading up to that night. my mom told me that she went to the doctors and they told her that she had stage 4 cancer. She didn't want to tell me because she thought it would scare me which it scared me more reading it in the note. I just sat there on the floor not wanting to move, I didn't even get up when the police came over, they tried talking to me but their voices seemed mumbled I just sat there staring at the blank pale white walls. I didn't go to school for a week. I was numb I didn't want to face reality, I didn't sleep, I didn't eat I just sat and stared, I let the tears just roll down my cheeks. But I had a lot of time to think while I stared at the wall I thought about my mom and even though she was gone I had to be strong for her. So I finally got up and got myself together and went back to school and let me tell you its rough but hey I'm doing it for my mom and that's all that matters. I hope I'm making her happy just like she made me happy." Westy looked up at me and I looked at him and there were tears in both of our eyes. He looked away but I kept looking at him, I didn't know what to say.
(A/N)
sorry guys it took me so long to upload this chapter
sorry its so sad too, hope you enjoy it though no worries
it will be happier.
