"you must watch over her joey. don't let her see you, meet you, anything. you need to watch over her. what i'm doing is hurting the family and it's going to hurt anna more as she grows. you need to promise that you will protect her joey. you have to."
joeys pov
those are the words i've lived by. i've kept her out of harms way. i've watched her grow, although i'm two years older, i've kept her safe. i did as told. i watched her go through the pain of her father, and her mother, ive watched her grow.
annas pov
"mom i fucking hate you! you bring a new man into this fucking house every night. i'm tired of it."
"maria, please i'm sorry," my mom says.
"no, just don't. you apologize so many fucking times but then do the same thing all over again. i'm sick and tired of it mom, what kind of example are you setting for me?? FOR ME MOM?" i yell at her.
"no seriously i'm sorry anna please. you have to forgive me," she says in tears, "i'm your mom."
i look at her in disgust, "you, you are not my mother, i don't know who you are. i don't know you," i say with a bag of mine packed and walk out of the door.
"anna please, please come back," my mom yells as i run down the street.
i don't look back, i just keep going. i'm tired of my mom. she's a fucking whore. hate me for saying it, but she's a whore, a deadass fucking whore. she has a new man in our house every night. i've had to switch to home schooling cause of her. i couldn't deal with both the home drama and school drama.
it's my last year of highschool. and it is almost done. i'm already 18, but i have no job and no place to go. i always end up going back home, but i don't want to at all this time.
i try texting my friends to ask for a place to stay but i guess they've fallen into the rumors world, which basically means i have no one left.
i walk to the nearest park bench and sit down. at times like this i really miss my dad. i wish he didn't cheat, i miss him. i really miss him.
i put my hand on my face and start to cry. my life is a mess. my mom is a drug addict and a whore. my dad is off somewhere probably happier with some other woman with her kids. my friends have turned their backs on me due to the lies that the school spreads. i even lost my best friend. so much for that.
i continue crying until i hear someone sit next to me. i look up and see an older man, "what's a pretty girl like you doing out here, sitting alone, crying?"
"uh do i know you?" i ask.
"no, but you sure can," he says and puts a hand on my thigh.
"um, actually i'm not interested, but thank you for the offer," i tell him.
he starts moving his hand up my thigh, "oh come on, what's a man gotta do to get a pretty girls number."
i stop his hand, "i said i'm not interested, not leave me alone."
"a feisty one i see," he says and smirks.
i punch him in the face, hoping he would get away from me but he didn't. instead he threw himself at me, "get the hell off me you creep," i say and try to get him off me.
next thing i know, the guy is off me and another guy, maybe 20-22 years old, is punching him nonstop.
i get up and kind of just watch. the guy stops and the other one gets up and runs. i look at the boy in front of me. he's gorgeous. dark hair, i can't tell if it's brown of black, due to it being night, a tall figure with a sharp jawline.
"who are you?" i ask.
"i'm no one you need to worry about," the boy says and runs off into the dark.
i sit back down on the bench and process what has just happened. what did just happen? i didn't even see the boy walking down the street? was he following me? did he actually just happen to be at the right place in the right time? who was he?
i'll probably never see him again.
his voice. his voice was deep. it was, hot. i liked his voice. i wanted to hear him talk again.
i want to see him again.
who was he?
did i know him? was he a friend of mine when i was a kid? who was this boy?
i look at the ground and rest my head on my hands. i'm not going home. ever again. not ever. i'll starve if i have to, i'm not going home.
i get up from the bench and start walking further from my house, where i grew up, where my memories were, where my family was.
where my family was happy. where we were one whole. we were together. but not forever.
i sit down in front of a house and just think. think about what my life could be like if my father was still in my life. think about what my life would be like if my mom had control. what my life would be like if i was;
happy.
