As a men we don't like depending on people. But me Lucky Blue Smith I never called it depending on someone...I called it surviving.
Take my mother for instance she never got the chance to hold me. My father cut my mother open and took me took me out of her womb. She of course died and after he came down from his crack high and realized what he did... he took me to the hospital saying he found a newborn baby on the side of the road. To his credit he did decide to keep me. But I always wished he hadn't.
Here I am 18 years later still living in a shit hole being abused not because I can't fight back but because every time I leave he finds me and beats me 10 times worse. My father is an addict anything you can think of he's done it. I'm not scared of the beatings I'm scared of his friends and how he will let them watch. Standing over me with a bag of powder in hopes that if he gives my father the bag he will be able to have his way with me.
I have a routine to forget it all. Go to school in the morning, come home by 4 o'clock, and then once he is passed out from drugs I go to my job.
As a desk secretary for Growing Clover. One of the biggest fashion companies in the nation. Ran by Clover a woman rumored to be the head of the African mafia. The police are so scared of her they let her run rampant over the state. In New York she might as well be god and if I hear correctly she might not only be in New York... but maybe that's a myth.
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She owns me
RomanceMy father sold me to a criminal. One that would never love me as I would love her. But I always knew that. I think that's why I killed her. Lucky as his mother named him was not really lucky, no actually he has been unlucky ever since his mother die...
