Chayse is a 17 y/o girl growing up in one of the worst parts of Phili. Her parents are way to gone off the stuff that they threw their entire life away for it.
She is stuck fending for her self against them and everyone else. All the stuff she went...
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"Aye shawt" i heard some yell as i walked down diamond.
I ignored the call as i continued to make my way to the run down apartment i call home. The streets were littered with garbage, drug addicts and dealers standing on any and every corner and block. Some posted on steps and porches but believe whatever you needed that had.
I walked up the used needle infested stairs to the apartment.
34G . I twisted the broken knob pushing the door open. I seen my mother and father passed out on the floor. I shook my head stepping over to them and walking down the hallway to my room.
We didn't have furniture because they sold it to get money for there addiction. I unlocked my door using the key i kept in my book bag.
I walked in closing the door behind me. I threw my bag on my bed before looking at the clock.
2:54 pm
I hate to be to work at 4:30 and the bus ride and walk is about 30 minutes.
I quickly grabbed all the things i needed to shower before walking out my room to the bathroom.
We didn't have hot water so i stepped into the freezing cold water quickly washing my body. Once i was finished i got out drying my body.
I wrapped the towel tightly around my body and quickly exited the bathroom trying to get to my room before my dad woke up.
I walked into my room shutting the door quickly. "I see your ready for Me" i heard his disgusting voice that sent chills down my spine.
I didn't respond not that he should have expected me to.
"I haven't heard that sweet voice of yours since the first time baby" he said causing me to cringe.
He grabbed me throwing me on the bed. I tried fighting, i kicked and punched him.
He sent a hard punch to my face leaving me dazed as he handled his business before releasing hisself on my stomach.
He pulled his pants up "You always fighting, clean yourself up" he spat before walking out my room.
I quickly rushed to the bathroom once i knew he was gone. I scrubbed my body as hard as i could to remove the sins and pain he just caused me again.
This was a routine almost 3 times a week since i was 12 I'm 16 now.
I haven't spoken a word other then at my job to anyone. I can talk i just choose not to.
