My name is Jordan Smith and my life is like hell. My dad has been beating me and my mother, he would come in my room almost every night to rape me, he would call me horrible names and said I was worthless. It got even worse when my mom died of cancer, He didn't give a fuck about her and the bad thing is that I was left by myself with him. He wouldn't allow me to go to her grave or the fineral but I stayed strong and started taking fighting classes secretly and I liked to rap because that was the only way I let out my feelings. I was pretty popular on sound cloud but I stayed anonymous. We had just move to California and my dad bought a mini mansion. He was able to afford it cuz he was a drug lord, while i was taking the boxes in, I noticed this boy that lived next door who was writing down in a book. He had tattoos on his face and his hair was dyed blonde on one side and he wore all black. I didn't notice I was staring until the boy looked back at me Sending a shiver down my spine. As I continued to pack up by myself, I could feel the boy watching me. After I was done I went to look for a room and opened the windows and started to unpack. When I finished I looked out the window and noticed that the neighbors house that was next to ours had a dark room and being the dumbass I was, I kept inspecting it until I realized that the boy was sitting on him bed looking right at me. But I didn't look away until I saw his eyes moved to look behind me.....
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