I kissed the bitch, blood on my lips. holy shit, he scarred the bitch, i grabbed her bra, and tell her she can
She can, she can- run, run, run my head....
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i woke up in my bed as i took in last nights events. i sat up in bed & glanced around my room. the clock on my dresser read 7:43pm. i rubbed my eyes to see if i was reading the time right. i slept most of the day.
i slowly got up as my body ached in pain as usual. i walked over to my mirror, making my floor creek.
i lifted up my shirt, revealing a painful bruise on my rib cage that my father left.
i hissed in pain as i pulled my shirt back down. i went over to the bathroom & started the shower water. i began to strip out of my clothes, uncovering the cuts on my wrists & thighs.
i stepped into the shower & let the cold water run down my body, forming goosebumps. the water ran onto my cut thighs, earning a stinging sensation to appear.
i grabbed the shampoo off the shelf & popped it open. i massaged the shampoo in my scalp, making it form little bubbles. after i throughly washed my hair i rinsed it & grabbed the conditioner, doing the same.
i then washed my body as usual then stepped out of the shower. i grabbed the towel & dried my self off. i wrapped the towel around my body & wandered back over to my room.
i slipped on a pair of underwear & a bra. i applied lotion to my body before i began to get dressed.
i threw on a tight long sleeve crop top with a lacey v-neck. i then put on a pair of light wash mom jeans along with a pair of socks. i grabbed my beat up forces & tied their laces.
i left my hair down, not wanting to do anything to it.
i slowly trudged into the living room, earning a screech from the floor boards.
i walked up to my father who was sitting in his old recliner chair, watching what seemed to be the latest news.
"c-can i go to the park" i spoke catching my fathers attention.
"is your ass gonna pull something funny" his voice boomed as he stared through my soul.
"n-no i just wanna go to the park" i said quietly. he waved his hand in the air, signally for me to go. i strolled over to the front door & left.
instead of going to the park, i roamed over to the corner store. once i arrived i walked inside as the familiar smell of tamales had filled my nose, making my mouth water.
i glanced over at the counter not seeing mr. lee but his grandson was there & from what i remember he wasnt much older than me. his name is josé (ho-se).
"hey cece, ian see you ina while" he said smiling as he walked around the counter, pulling me into a hug.
"i jus got back from juvenile couple days ago, it wasn't long of a stay" i spoke pulling away.
