I sat in Shyannes Pick up truck. " So whats youre story..." she asked trying to make small talk...she had no idea what she was geting into. I laughed hysterically untill she pulled over the truck and giggled..."what!?!?!" I just kept laughing. Untill tears rolled down my already wet cheeks. She started to laugh to. After a while i stopped and just flat out said, " I've been homeless since i was nine." She stopped laughing..."Casey thats not funny..." She looked scared for me. " I kept laughing and she just sat there." No it is cuz when i was nine drunk dad and insane mom and some whore my dad was laying all died cuz of me then also the killer died all my fault. Then get his, i have been homeless ever since."
I was confused...why wasnt she laughing. Everyone laughed at me...We drove to her apartment after her shift in silence that night. She seemed unsure. After we were in her apartment i relised she lived all alone. The apartment was light colored and cheerful. The walls were painted hot pink and There were posters of a boy band ...everyhwere. "WWHO ARE THEY?" I pointed at the posters..." Youre family?" I guessed. She laughed ,"HA noo i wish...youve never eally heard there called one direction...there bae." I just nodded cuz i didnt know what the word bae meant. She gave me a tank top and some sweats and ...some unmentionables. " GO SHOWER! You smell like cow manuer and fart." I smiled and whispered.."shooower...?' She looked at me blankly..." Ya hon. A shower, you know that think with the squirty thingy...and the-" I innteruppted her and rolled my eyes, " Ya i know what a shower is dumb butt." She playfully gasped in suprise. "WELL THAT WASNT VERY NICE." She chased me untill i got to the bathroom and locked her out. I hopped in the shower and turned on the water and freezing water shot out at me. I gasped in almost pain. I looked at my body. I was dangerously skinny, my ribs showing. I had long blonde hair to my waist in knots with grease and dirt. My body was bruised and scratched beyond........repair.
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Beaten Heart
TeenfikceI come from New York. Cities full of busy occupied bodys. Like my parents...my child hood was a lie...which is why I ran...despite my reputation, depending on a beaten heart, bad reputation and recklessness...