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S3 Chapter 18

S3 Chapter 18 - ''About me''

Riley Harris

Hi.

My name is Riley Naomi Harris. I'm a nineteen year old attending Johnsville University majoring in communications. 

Now it took a lot of struggling to get to the position I'm in now. Life treats some nicely but for the rest of us it's a long, tough ride. 

My dad died when I was young. It was only me and him at first. He was the perfect father. Always there for me and always brought me home treats. He taught me everything I know from basic knowledge to morals. If it weren't for him I'm sure I would've let life shaped me into a horrid person.

When his death occurred it flipped my whole world upside down. I was sent to live with my mother, who I didn't even know and wasn't in my life whatsoever. As soon as I entered through the doors of her house years of abuse was before me.

All she did was drink, drink, and drink. A bad addict. She needed to go to rehab, all her friends urged her to, but she wouldn't listen. Nights on end she would leave me with a babysitter, and the times she would be there all she did was hit me.

I couldn't tell you how much times I had a mild concussion because of her or how many times she made me bleed. There were moments where it got so bad that she would almost kill me. For instance she once threw a hammer straight at me. If I didn't move out of the way that day I would've died.

Death is something I'm not exactly afraid of. Back then that's all I thought about. I was keen on it being my escape. That it was the only answer to get out of my situation. I would try sometimes. But it would never work.

All I had was my best friend. He was always there for me. The only kind, understanding, and genuine person I knew. Unfortunately he was taken away from everyone a little too early.

He was killed in a fight at school. Someone had major beef with him. I didn't really think much of it at the time since drama is always around, and in a social area like school it's inevitable. But that person brought a knife. And that's when everything went downhill.

That was in middle school. It left me vulnerable, weak to the point that I would expose myself to anyone. I would let it all out and let them know the darkest parts of me.

Some would say it's a good thing to talk about it. But not to everyone. Not everyone has good intentions. My first boyfriend certainly didn't. He would never treat me right. The only time he was around was when he needed something from me, but other than that he would break me down with words that stung. 

Bitch, whore, skank, slut, motherfucker, whiny, too emotional, worthless, waste of space..

I'm way too familiar with all the terms. It's all of them he threw at me. Every single day. It would get worse and worse the longer I stayed with him. 

High school is another horror story. At this point I had absolutely no friends and was constantly bullied by all my peers. I had no one and to top it off with all my problems already it didn't help at all. 

I wanted to drop out. I was going to once I turned sixteen. But I couldn't let everyone win. 

I pushed on and graduated, and even managed to snatch a scholarship in the process.

So now I attend Johnsville University as a second year. Although everything was slightly better now, I still didn't really have anyone. I felt alone in this world.

But then I met Logan when I saved him in the mall that way. It's pretty iconic. He's the ruler of the Light Kingdom, anyone would love to be with a man of that status, I would hear others talk about it all the time but it never mattered to me. He is who he is and it makes me happy.

He makes me glad to keep going each day and turned my life around for the better. There's no one else in this world that I love more than him.