chapter 1

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                           Kat pov

   I sat in my job parking lot, staring out of space with tears in my eyes asking myself; how the fuck did I get myself in this predicament. "Maybe I should move back to Canada, "  I thought to myself.  "But I know I can't move back right now," I said sighing out loud. Before I left Canada my mother and I had got into it for the 100th million times. She was talking down on me as usual, I got sick and tired of her shit and finally decided to defend myself. I'm not going to allow her big ass to talk to me any kind of way anymore, I'd be fucking damned. To keep it short, things got too out of hands and she kicked me out. I was homeless for about a week, Huey convinced me to move to America, so "hE CaN tAkE cArE oF mE" and my naive ass fell for it and that's how my ass ended up in the states. I've been here for about a year now. my phone started to go off distracting me from my thoughts. I look to see and it's this dumbass nigga texting me, nothing but bullshit. He and I  got into it a heated ass argument because he wanted to be a lying ass bitch, things got too wild and this bitch ass nigga laid his hands on me. It's not the first he hit me. I shot him back a quick text, I realized that it was about time for me to clock in. I grabbed my bag and got out of the car.

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