Chapter 1

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WEDNESDAY.
Alli
I couldnt believe it. I was sitting here with my sister in my car talking with her. You see, when I was 15 I ran away from home because my family no longer cared about me. But thats another story and Im no storyteller.(Lmao, you see what I did there?)

"So um, why are you here?" "I questioned. "I had to find you. I needed to know why you left. You left us clueless and worried. We missed you alot and we needed you." I scoffed. "Yall ain' giva' shit bout' me." I mumbled. "Alli baby, we did and we still do. Please come back home. We love you." She said grabbing my hand softly. I snatched my hand back. "Bullshit. Yall ain' offer me no typa' help. Yall saw me strugglin' and continued to ignore. Yall coulda' fuckin' helped me!" I yelled.

"Who's fault was that?" She yelled back. "What?" "You heard me. You fucked yourself up. You made your own fucked up choices and you made us hate you. Nobody held a damn gun up to your head and threatened to pull the trigger if you didnt fuck around and ruin your damn life!" I shook my head. "Get out." I mumbled looking out of the window. "Excuse me?" "Bitch get the fuck out of my car! You wasted your time lookin' for me cause I fuckin' hate you and neva' wanna see you again! Get out!" I yelled looking at her. She scoffed and opened the door slammimg it on her way out. She flicked me off and I chuckled.

Dumb hoe.
When I got home, I went straight to my room and took me a shower. I just let the hot water hit me as I just busted out crying clutching onto my body as if I needed a hug; which I did. I missed my family but I have finally realized that they no longer needed me and I was probably better off by myself. I ain' need nobody or no nigga to be in my life if they were just gonna leave me when I needed them the most. It just hurts me knowing that I dont have anybody. Knowing that the only reason Chris talked to me a little about my family missing me, was just her trying to be the fucking hero, again.

She wanted to be the peacemaker that makes everything better just so she could get her brownie points by mommy and daddy. The only person who I know who loved me more than anything was daddy. I was a daddy's girl and my mother was a control freak. She basically told my dad let me go. And he did. They all did. But thats okay cause I dont need them. Im more fine than I was with them.

I finished my shower and walked downstairs to make me something to eat. As I sat at the island and ate my macaroni, my phone began to ring. I looked over to see "Stalker😒" flashing across the screen. It was this girl named Madison who kept trying to be my friend at school. I mean she was cool and everything but I didnt intend on making any friends. I just wanted to go to school, to work, and back. I rolled my eyes and answered. "Hey, whats up?" I answered.

"Hey girl. I just wanted to know if you wanted to go out to the club with me and a couple of friends from school." I was quiet for a minute. I did enjoy clubbing and everything that fitted in the category. "Sure. What time?" I put my plate in the sink and made my way into the living room to watch tv. "At 11." She spoke. "Alright thats fine. See you then." "Alright bye." She hung up. I did have one very close friend. He was a guy. We had no feelings for each other so dont start jumping to conclusions cause he also had a girlfriend. She was very pretty but very annoying. She thought she was running something all the damn time and she tried to fake check me cause she thought I wanted him.

But anyways, Langston -my bestfriend- just bust through my door. I rolled my eyes. "Nigga, what the fuck did I tell yo hard headed ass bout' walkin' through my damn door like you live hea' ?" He smacked his lips and shut the door. He took a seat next to me on the couch and grabbed the remote. "Baby, listen. I might as well live here. Im here everyday. Can I move in?" He smirked. I laughed. "No, I ain' sure how yo girlfriend will react." I said sarcastically. "Man, fuck that bitch. Ight." It was quiet for a minute. "Dont tell her I said dat' shit." He chuckled. "I mean you have plenty of rooms in dis' mothafucka'."

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