The Ladder To Becoming A King! (URBAN)

Chapter 2: The Drug Addicts

When I got dropped off to the orphanage, the Orphanage lady said "What the hell are you doing back here." I just looked at her like bitch if only you knew what has been done to me. She told me to go to the back room and not to be looking at her like I'm stupid or something. I went back there and sat. After that family I never wanted to be adopted again. I was so afraid of adults I just couldn't go through the raping episodes again.

When it came time to play with our toys to be adopted, I gave everyone hell. I would yell, lay on the floor and pretend to cry, I would throw toy and have an attitude. Just so the parents wouldn't pick me. One of those days I was throwing my temper-tantrum the orphanage lady got fed up. She took me by my arm, bent over in my ear and said " I don't know what your fucking problem is, but you better straighten up your act, before I beat your ass into a grave slot."

Even when she said those words to me I didn't give no fuck, I wasn't going with no motherfuckin' parents. Here I was five and a half and wishing I wasn't alive. The orphanage lady whooped me everyday even when I wasn't being bad, just to let me know that when the parents come again, don't fucking try with me.

I understood this, so I did nothing to ruin the next adoption. I was told to sit in a chair and wait, so I did. The parents came around and once again I heard the words "we'll take him."

On to my next family I go. The Vice family were very different. There was something a little off about them. Something that just never clicked. I was only there for 1 month. They had a new born baby boy, a 13 year old, a 11 year old and then they had me.

Mr. & Mrs. Vice were always on the run and I don't mean outside jogging, I mean inside the house hiding. They were always Paranoid and always had some white stuff in the cracks of there mouths.

I remember sitting in the living room and the baby was just crying. Mr. & Mrs. Vice was just sitting on the couch watching the front door. They were sweating so much they could of filled to separate bathtubs.

All of a sudden Mrs. Vice got of the couch and started breathing deeply. She tapped Mr. Vice and said "where is it?" He said " I don't know, I don't know."

What ever he didn't know he had was sure in his hand. It looked like a glass tube and was burned on one end of it. Mrs. Vice snatched it out his hand and lit it up. She stared at me white she did it. I just watched, I had absolutely nothing to say.

The next morning was school. I woke up early because I wanted breakfast. I sat at the table and Mr.Vice held me down and stabbed me with a needle. He said "you like to be nosey boy, well here some good shit to look into." I started feeling lazy-like. I was moving in slow motion and at times I felt like I was moving, but I was as still as a rock.

I remember getting on the school bus and I really couldn't focus on what anybody was saying. When I got to school I collapse in the hallway. After that Mr. & Mrs. Vice got every child they had or adopted takin' away from them. And they were sent to jail.

It was just my luck, I was sent back to the Orphanage with that mean ass bat!