Whatsername

PART 1

Six weeks had passed since the man claiming to be Ben raped me. He had left me there in the alley once he finished me off, then drove away in his car. I was barely conscious when someone found me, and took me to the hospital. And I was just now getting out. My parents currently have no idea where I am or what's happened, considering my mom is is prison, and my father ran off just shortly after I was born with some cheap whore. So I'm living with my uncle, who hates me for being dumped at his doorstep when I was only 12. When he was called to the hospital, he insisted on taking me home immediately after I was better. And he did. He acted sincerely sorry until we entered the door to our shitty home.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, you dirty little whore?" He said. I looked him plainly in the face and walked to my room. He started after me and turned me around.

"If you didn't like like such a skank all the time, you wouldn't have been in this situation anyway!" He screamed, face getting red. I still stared blank. He grabbed my arm in the same place Ben has grabbed and lead me out the front door. "Get out." He said.

"Oh, now you're just gonna kick me out, without any of my stuff?" I shot back.

"That's what it fuckin looks like. Come back when you've stopped whoring around." He said and slammed the door. Tears welled up in my eyes. "FUCK YOU!" I screamed, walking down the street.

I sat on the edge of the curb, and put my head between my knees, and cried. I heard footsteps coming from the side of me, but I kept crying.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" A male voice said, I looked up, and there was a dude in front of me. He had dark black hair and striking green eyes. I just stared at him. He sighed and said,

"My names Billie Joe, what's yours?"