"Do you think I'm a good guy?"
"No," I stated blatantly.
"Well, your wrong."
"Wrong about what?" I asked in confusion.
"I'm a good person who does bad things."
Emotionally closed off Kiiara Kane, is a blunt, emotionless, and straight forward, human...
She was all I could think about on my way home. She might have been really rude and mean but that just made her even more cute.
I took my time to walk home. Mostly because I didn't want to be there at all. Unlike most kids my age, I don't live with my parents. They died in a plane crash when I was really young.
So I live with my older brother and his friends. His gang, actually. Andre, my brother, forced me into this life. I've done unforgivable things to random people for a reason I wasn't even sure of. I wanted out. But the amount of times I was caught trying to escape, I know better than to try that again.
We just moved back here after I begged Andre to have us stay at our other house in Montreal after I couldn't live with myself because of what he had me do. That was the first time I ever noticed that he almost felt bad for me because he agreed. But that didn't stop him from abusing me.
I didn't have a "safe place" that most people had from their problems. But I think now that might have changed.
Kiiara. She was different from any other girl I encountered. She was obnoxious and fiesty, but underneath her front, I could tell that's the last thing she wanted to be. Kiiara was hard to read. But she was interesting.
Unfortunately, I soon arrived in front of my door step. I looked up at the pale blue sky.
If anyone's up there, please, please let me get through tonight.
I opened the front door and an immediate scent of weed, cigars, and beer hit me all at once. Typical.
"What up, Young blood?" Andre greeted. He wore no shirt and let his jeans hang low around his waist. His eyes looked darker and red. He was probably high.
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"Hey," I said quickly and brushed past him. I came in contact with the rest of his crew laying around playing cards and or smoking.
I ran upstairs before he had the chance to call me again.
I layed on my bed staring at the ceiling. This is what I had to come home to everyday. A high caretaker and his intoxicated friends.
A tear came to my eye as I remembered all of the things I did. I was a horrible person. I still am.
I closed my eyes to at least escape from my situation right now.
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Kiiara's POV
I sat at home doing absolutely nothing. Normally, Mia and I would have been 10 feet deep in some crazy conversation right now. Or I would be associating myself with some girls in the track team.
I sighed and look up at the ceiling on my bed. I looked through my old diary that I found lying next to my bed. I used to write everything down. How I was feeling, what I wanted in life, Jess.
