"You piece o' shit! Get outta ma face, puta madre!"
Anyone can be hurt if someone told you off, but if it's your parents, it's twice as hard, almost unbearable.
Destructive, if it happens daily.
Although I couldn't really deny some of the names my parents called me, it's our price of living.
Selling yourself so you could serve food on the table while seeing your parents waste away was degrading.
I could still remember it so vividly, the day I decided to leave for good.
"Let's live together then.", Colson said smugly.
Colson.
What does he think of life, I thought to myself.
I was worried.
We were both good for nothing. Heck I didn't even finished high school!
And him?
Well,
He was the no good, white trash trying to hustle in the hood.
We were each other's worlds.
I looked at him again, trying to find answers I already know of.
" I am not a saint, not even close. You know what kind of a woman I am."
He sighed, "so am I",then smiled as he reached for my hands.
We might be the wrong kind of people but being with him felt so right.
He was the only right thing in my life.
So we drove off, far away,
dreaming of building better futures with each other.
.................to be continued.
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No Saints
FanfictionA fan fic inspired by MGK and Camila Cabello's Bad things MV. Hope you'll like my own version of the story :) Unfortunately, it ain't gonna be the usual bad boy meets good girl. Not even the tough chick finally conquering the bad boy kind of story...
