Chapter 1 :

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with a swollen eye , and a nose bleeding i kept fighting back to Jp (adoptive brother)

as we was in the floor fighting , i mean im in the floor jp on top of me but we still fighting over me making him mad for eating the last 2 pieces of bread that he was planning on eating , I mean its not even my fault .

I feel like 20 bricks are been trown at me .

"okay , okay. get the fuck off me"

I screamed at jp covering my face as I cry , but he keep slapping me .

"well natjay , next time DONT EAT MY FUCKING FOOD"

He slap me one more time and he got his self up and as i looked at him in the eyes all i saw was anger, i swear he got anger problems .

you wonder where my mother at ? she in the next room fucking another nigga  , the third one this week and its just thursday .

She dont give a fuck about me , nobody does , thats why even thought im only 16 years old I dont really trust a lot of people , because when i do , i get betrayed.

I got a adoptive mother , she adopted me when i was 7 months old because my mother died from overdosing over heroine and crack .

Sometimes i wonder how my life would be if my mother was  still alive , i wonder if she would had clean herself and gave me the love and care that i need .

My daddy ? he always choose his wife over me , but even though he do that , he the one who takes care of me the most  , im not like other teenagers with all the J's but he keep clothes on my back , so I still keep my dress game up and food on my stomach .

Everybody thinks I dont  care about nothing but truth is a care too much.

People might not know but I forgive people too fast and I never hold grudges , except if Im hating on somebody and i aint going to lie I do that a lot because a lot of people got stuff that I dont , people dont appreciate.

I often hear girls bitching abouy their mothers because , mothers dont let them go to partys , dont let them have boyfriends , dont let them bring their boyfriends to the house , berly let them go out , but that stuff I would like seeing coming from my mom , I would like her worrying about me , caring for me but she dont and I actually can say that it hurts not having that.

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