Running With a Bad Boy Rewrite || COMPLETE ||

Chapter 1

Copyright © 2017 Hailey Servidio
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I copied and pasted this from word so if the set up is strange that may be the reasoning.

If you're a fan of the original then just know this is slightly different. I've added parts and changed some and some characters have different roles. But all in all I hope you enjoy reading as much as I've enjoyed writing it! Feed back is always great (:

This book is mostly for 18+ but if you wanna break the rules that's fine by me (;
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       Clothes; check.

Teddy bear; check.

Shampoo; check.

Makeup and hair accessories; check.

Money I snatched from mom's purse; check.

I was overly thrilled for this day because today was the day when I built up the courage to get away from my ugly parents. When I say 'ugly' I mean their personality. Ever since I was old enough to speak, they've hated me. I was neglected most of my life and locked away in my room to be left alone.

One of the people who came to visit me and socialized with me was my aunt. She loved me and cared for me as if she were my own mother. When I was nearly a baby, she had given me a teddy bear as a gift. I had loved the brown, soft animal ever since the day he was placed in my crib with his golden button eyes and round chestnut nose.

The day cancer consumed my aunt's body was the day I had decided to cherish that bear. Eventually it came to the point where I couldn't sleep without it because of how much it was always around me. I enjoyed the company of the plush toy.

Casey was another person who had my back. She was my best friend and the one I always went to when I needed help. You can say she was "overly protective", such as a big sister.

"So this is it," my cold mother spoke while she leaned on the doorframe. "You're just going to go."

"Yep," was my simple reply as I decided against passing her even a glance while I made sure I had everything.

"I bet you're glad your father isn't home from work so you can avoid a beating, huh?"

I began gritting my teeth, something I seemed to do often. My fists clenched in front of me and I held back the urge to turn around and punch her square in the face. The reason my birth givers hated me so much was unknown. I had known my mother was somewhat 'jealous' you could say. When I was about thirteen, my father had come home drunk one night with a few friends. I was awake when they stumbled in, my mother out for a business trip. The horny men thought it would be a sweet idea to have a little fun with the tiny child upstairs. Ever since then, my father had grown a liking to my womanly area and constantly raped me, until one day when I was fifteen. I had gathered enough strength to slap him hard enough to where he backed away, and my nail left a sharp but small scar on his left cheek.

My mother knew about the incidents but never seemed to stop them. She would only call me a whore and then kiss my fathers behind. Maybe she was afraid he would hit her as well. Not only did he rape me, but also abuse was constant in his book.