This story is about Marly Amora Harris, an 18-year-old girl who's been living a hard life. Her mother's a crack head, who doesn't care for Marly. Her father is in jail, at least that's what her mama tells her.
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"Where did you put my shit!?" I said, yelling at my thieving mother.
"Who the fuck you think you talking to!?" She said, raising her voice at me.
"I'm talking to this dope head, down low, insensitive, dead beat women that's standing in front of me." I shouted.
She slapped me across my face, and I looked at her unbothered. "Where the fuck is my money at?" I asked.
"I fucking spent it! You dirty bitch!" She said, leaving the living room and going back to her room.
I was over her ass. She steals from me, she lies to me, and abuse me, she calls the police on me, she even lets her boyfriend put his hands on me. I was just at my breaking point.
"Get the fuck out my house." I said.
"What did you say bitch?" She asked, as turned around facing me.
"I said get THE FUCK OUT!!!!!" I said. She walked up to me and started hitting me repeatedly. I easily ate all her hits.
"You done?" I asked, and waited a little while. "Now it's my turn!" I said and I knocked her ass to the floor, with one punch.
I went to my room and started packing my stuff. I knew she wasn't gonna leave, so I'm gonna leave her ass. I made sure I had most of the things I would need, and I went to my car. I put everything in my trunk, then I got in my car.
I pulled off, to my friend Vicky's house.
- At Vicky's House -
I got out of the car and grabbed some of my stuff. I walked up to her door, and I waited for her to answer.
"Marly? Hey, what are you doing here?" She asked.
Time Skip...
After explaining everything that happened, she let me stay at her house in one of her guest rooms. I didn't see myself staying with anybody else, but I refused to live with that crackhead!
- Next Morning -
I was sleeping, have a great dream. Suddenly, somebody started shaking me and woke me out of my sleep. And I hope they ready go catch these hands! I do not play about my sleep!
I opened my eyes, and a little boy was standing in front of me.
"Can you mawe me shomethhing tho eath?" He asked me.
"Where your mom at?" I asked, not knowing who this little boy was.
"She'sh ath worw, and daddy ish in thhe room shweeping." He said.
"How old are you?" I asked him.
"I'm shix." He said.
"Okay, what's your name?" I asked him.
"My name ish Kayden." He said.
"Well Kayden, wait in the kitchen while I get breakfast ready," I said.
"Oway." He said running in the kitchen.
I got up and went to the bathroom. I took a nice hot shower, I brushed my teeth, and I put on some clothes.
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