Messedupchildhood Stories

❝ what's the catch? people don't give me a chance, so why are you ❞ ❝ um, i thought you needed a daisy to grow in the winter ❞ in which raine baxter had a pretty messed up childhood, but it turns out, all she really needed was a daisy in the winter

"I didn't know the meaning of family until I came here" ~~~ Jay (Jason) Romero was taken away from his father and 5 older brothers when he was only 3 years old. He grew up not knowing about his family outside of his neglectful mother who loved alcohol, and occasionally drugs, more than her youngest son. Now 13 years later when his mom dies due to drunk driving, he is being put into the care of his father. Just how will that turn out? Will Jay be able to handle having a family now that will do whatever it takes for each other? How will Jay cope with having new siblings who seem a bit protective of him? How far is Jay willing to go for his newfound family? And how will his family deal with their youngest son and brother coming back home with no fucks left to give? Not that they wouldn't expect nothing less. After all, he's a Romero ~~~ *Trying to break some clichés* A/N: lets see if I can pull off writing about a male main character. Eh it's worth a try I guess. This is semi original? Lots of stories on Wattpad are about a girl and her older brothers, why not try boy and his brothers? On hold until further notice

i'm sorry if this is kind of bad this is the first book i've written in a while. i decided that i would write something that's based off of a true story that maybe others could relate to and could possibly help others who are going through the same. this entire story sounds fake but i promise you it is true.

"I hate you" "You say that all the time " "So?" "So,Its not entirely true." "How do you kno-" "Just the way you say, you don't care for your family, while for real , you fucking care for them so much" I gritted my teeth at that .. Actually , he was both wrong and correct . Correct in case of noticing . Wrong for a slight misunderstanding. I don't 'care' for them .What I feel could be described as my way of paying debt to them through humane feelings: love and care , something you(he) learned , ignored and moved on . You showed it to everyone being the good one, while I , the brutal one, the liar, the bad , Hid it , played fair and displayed what has always been the same since it was first born - a lie