Walk me home

Prologue:Men in black.

(Edited)

I sat bounded with cuffs on my hand and chains on my leg, I was bounded like an animal. We must have been driving for hours because I definitely have dozed off numerous times.

The Men in Black at the front seat still hadn't told me where we were going and by the look of things, they weren't planning on.

At first when I was being forcefully pulled into this fucking van, I had yelled, cursed, threatened and almost bit off one of the men's finger, but to no avail.

They were a lot stronger.

Even after I was bounded up, I still cursed loudly for freedom, but my screams fell on deaf ears. After hours of yelling, I had finally given up and resigned to my fate.

My fate.

A times I wondered if I had a fate, a future, a destiny, things like that, but the thought of things like that left me with a headache and I couldn't afford to get painkillers.

So to makes things easier, I gave up on anything the world had to offer.

I was born in Detroit, one of the poorest states in the US, the environment was not really the best to grow up in and I guess it affected my family.

My dad was a junkie, my mom was a stripper, my sister, Isabella was a prostitute and my brother Joe, was in jail for a crime I don't still understand, and my twin sister, well, she committed suicide after my dad raped her.

Way too much family drama.

Life wasn't always like this, things were once normal back then when my dad still had a job, and mom was still religious and Joe was still going to college and Isabella was still in high school, working part-time as a fashionista and when dad hadn't taken advantage of my twin sisters' innocence.

I don't really remember how all this drama started off, it's a bit lucid, but I guess it's when dad caught mom cheating on him with his brother and Joe failed his final exams that he had read like hell for, and after Isabella got framed for what she did not do and dad lost his job, and we got kicked out of our house and my twin sister lost her innocence.

Definitely I wasn't left out in the disaster, I was affected' psychologically' as my school counselor had put it, but I didn't quite believe that, just because I had stabbed a boy and almost choked a bimbo doesn't mean I'm psychologically unstable, I just have a different approach to dealing with problems.

The old hag even went as far as saying I was self-centered, well, I don't give a damn about what she said, but even if I was self-centered, I guess I had all the right to be.

Most of my life was spent independently, I had to figure things out by myself, I had to grow up at a young age, I had to take life-threatening risks, and ended up learning things the hard way.

I'm the one who had to steal to eat, to live, to survive. I'm the one who got issues, I'm the one who got laughed at by other children because of how messed up and stupid my family is.

I'm the one who bears the disgrace when my stupid dad beats up a teacher in school while smelling like booze.

I'm the one who wears clothes made of trash, looking like a psychopath with unbrushed hair and pale skin.

Furthermore, I'm the one that boys mess around with anyhow because they think I'm a prostitute like my sister.

So excuse me, but I have the fucking right to be self-centered because no one cares for me, I'm no one's priority and I would never be, so why not be my priority.

I can still remember when I first came to my hellhole of a school after being expelled from the last one for the whole choking issue, I was no1 on the gossip list, the girls made it super obvious that they were gossiping about me.

They would wait until I am looking in their direction, then they would point at me and begin to giggle.

But after a week, they all stopped gossiping about me.

Not like I liked the gossip but for them to entirely stop talking about me meant that I was so boring that after a week no one knew I existed, I am confused, I know.

Well, apart from the stupid jerks that hung around my locker every day after school trying to talk me into doing stuff with them.

After the first week, I became invisible, I became a ghost, I was transparent. I was so unnoticed that I sometimes felt they could see right through me.

And let's not mention liking a boy or crushing on a boy, stupid boys!, they are all the same, my last crush made me lose all hope in love.

Occasionally I wished I wasn't so darn straight.

He had stabbed me right there in the center of my heart, where it hurts the most. He had destroyed the last string of love I was tightly holding on to.

He broke me.

So, I'm a certified player, a' no strings attached person '.

I can still remember vividly the day I walked up to him in the cafeteria and confessed my undying love, what was I thinking?

That was the bravest thing I've ever done in my entire life, I wouldn't classify it as brave though, it's better off classified as STUPID.

Lucas Hill, yeah that's his name, but he went by the name LU, he was really handsome and super popular.

Seriously, what was I thinking?

He was a senior, I was a sophomore, he was 18, I was 14, his rich, I'm poor, -broke wretched call me middle classed, and I'll kick you below the belt.

He was famous and I, a ghost.

I can still recall walking up to him in the 'MOST POPULAR BRATS TABLE' (as we called it) where he sat and outwardly told him I liked him.

Looking back at that day I'm starting to think I was drugged into doing that cause on a normal, I wouldn't have.

I know what you're thinking, that he made fun of me, right? But no, that's not what happened.

To everyone's surprise he stood up, walked up to me where I stood about five feet away from his table, took both my hands, looked me in the eyes and said four later words that shook everyone.

I like you too.

I can remember doing the toose slide dance in my head as he leads me out of the cafeteria.

I felt on top of the world, like OMG all eyes were on us as we left the cafeteria. But as I said, I was idiotic to believe he would fall for me.

Well, at first things went on smoothly, one day he offered to give me a ride home, I denounced knowing fully well that if he found out where I lived, that would be the end of our *so called* relationship, but he insisted, and I let him.

When we got to my house, I got a call from one of my dealers that a new set of weed had been shipped. I didn't take drugs doesn't mean I didn't sell it, so kissed Lu goodbye and told him he could visit next time.

When I came back home to my surprise, Lu's car was still there. As I quietly got in through the back door, I saw an image of something I would never forget.

Right there on the couch, I caught Lu making out with Isabella. I was fucking speechless, but that wasn't what hurt me the most.

It was the fact that he said this right to my face in front of a life streaming camera.

“ You don't deserve love. I only agreed to date you because it was a dare to make out with your sister, and what better way to get to a prostitute than through a petite prostitute.”

There you have it people, now you see what I went through, yet nobody cares, nobody!

Upon everything I went through no one cares, no one pays attention and those who end up getting the love, care, and attention are the undeserving rich arrogant girls in my school.

Things got so unbearable that I decided to run away.

And that's precisely what I did.