I should've kept my mouth shut.

I knew this was going to happen.

It happened the last time I told.

I should've never told.

I'm sorry for pressuring you into telling. I really thought it was going to be different this time. It's not your fault. It's Karen's fault, my social worker. She convinced everyone that I was lying, again. Let me take it back to yesterday when this all went down.

The two cops, Sandra and Beck, Karen, and I was sitting in a room at the police station talking.

"Kindness, why are you doing this again?" Karen says glaring at me.

"Doing what?" I glare back.

"Lying on your parents again?"

"What you mean about that?" Beck ask her.

"I mean this is the second time she made these claims. Thats why you're last parents gave you up."

"I wasn't lying then and I'm not lying now!"

"Karen, it is not right to make claims like that. Look at her. She clearly is being hurt by someone." Sandra says standing up for me.

"I bet it's from fights she been in. Look at her track record," she shows them files, "all she does is be in trouble and cause trouble. She has even been taken in to custody for petty thefts and misdemeanors. She's even been caught with possession of drugs."

"Those drugs weren't mine, they were Andrea's!" I shout.

"Who is Andrea?" Beck ask.

"A foster parent I had. The one that gave me this scare on my face!"

"Which is another lie. Andrea's cat did that. All she does is lie."

"What would you say about those words carved into her back?" Sandra ask.

"Probably from a gang member. Jimmy did say she always came home late with bruises. He'll ask about them and she'll tell him to F off."

"He's lying!"

"No, you are. You need to grow up and stop trying to get good people thrown in jail." Beck and Sandra turns to glare at me.

"Do you know you can get charged with defamation of character young lady?" Sandra says.

"But I'm not lying! You have to believe me!"

"Save it. Jimmy is getting taken out of prison and he'll say if he still wants you living with him or not." Beck says as they all walk out. I lay my head in the table and cry.

Why won't they believe me! Almost everything on that file is a lie. I got into fights at school because everyone bullied me. I had the drugs because Andrea forced me to go get them from her dealer whenever she needed some more. And Andrea's cat didn't scratch my face. Yes I stole but that's because I needed food. I was hungry! All I stole was food. And misdemeanors?! The police caught me thinking I vandalized a building, but I didn't. The kids that was bullying me at school made me go with them. I didn't help, but when the police came, they caught us and everyone blamed it on me. Saying that it was my idea and that I made them! No one ever wants to hear my side of things. I really thought things was going to be different this time. Me too.

After a few hours, they sent me back to the group home to back my stuff. Jimmy was let out and said I can continue to live with him. They was sending me back to him.

I've been at the group home for a week and the hospital for three days. I didn't go to school the whole time, which means I'm behind. Also, I haven't spoken to the guys this whole time other then sending one text to the group chat saying I'm fine and they need not to worry. Now they should worry. No telling what Jimmy is going to do to you. I shiver.

The car ride there was long and dreadful. I was having a panic attack. My body was drenched in sweat and I was shaking. I was trying hard to control my breath, but it was hard when all I could think of was Jimmy. We pull up to the house and I freeze.

"Kindness, get out the car and stop being problematic." Karen says. Just get out. You have no choice. I get out and walk up to Karen with a blank face.

"If he kills me, just know my blood is on your hands." I march into the house and straight to my room. Locking myself in and sitting in the closet, terrified. He's going to kill me.

I sat in the same spot for at least two hours. Every time I heard any noise I'll jump and shake in fear. I've never been so scared in my life.

Knock, knock, knock.

I was completely frozen. He is finally here to kill me.

"Kindness, open the door." Jimmy says. I don't respond are make a move to open it.

"Open this damn door!" I still don't.

"Ok then." I hear him walk away just to come back. I hear the jungle of keys and the door unlocking. My heart drops. He doesn't move for a few seconds then walks to the closet and stands at the door. He chuckles and opens it to reveal me.

"You put me in jail you little bitch." He grabs my hair and drags me out the closet and down the stairs.

"PLEASE! I'M SORRY! PLEASE LET ME GO!" I beg.

"Shut the fuck up!" He opens the basement door and continues to walk down the stairs holding my hair. He lets go pushing me to the ground. I try to catch myself but fail since one of my arms is broken.

"I think it's time you learned to keep your mouth shut."

"Now what did we learn?"

Jimmy just got done beating me. This was the worst beating yet. He made sure to not leave any marks anywhere people could see them. Like my face and neck. Gosh I wish I never told. I laid on the floor unable to move.

"N-not t-to t-tell."

"Good, now Tucker, Dale, and John is coming over. They'll be here any minute." Jimmy says smirking with his arms cross. "You'll love it, they are bring some toys for you." He laughs as he walks upstairs.

Please no.

I walk onto school grounds and they guys rush up to me.

"Why have you been ignoring us?" Blake ask clearly angry.

I stand there on the verge of collapsing. I'm in extreme pain from last night. I don't know how long I can take this. Come on, you have to push through this. Once you're eighteen you can leave. But I have now where to go.  I can live, but to where. He probably wouldn't even let me. Don't think like that. You'll be eighteen, an adult. You can leave and he'll have no say. Why should I believe you. Things are worst because I believed you.

"Kindness answer the question." Blake press.

"When did you break your arm?" David ask.

"Are you ok?" Kevin ask.

"What happened?" Xavier ask worried.

"Kindness, please, talk to us." Leyon says. I took into Leyon's eyes and start to cry. He pulls me into a hug.

"Kindness what happened?" Xavier asks again.

"I, I c-ca-can't right n-now. Pl-please." I was sobbing onto Leyon's shirt.

"Kindness, I think it's about time you talk to us." Leyon says. I sober up and pull away wiping my eyes.

"Okay, just not right now. Later, after school." They all nod and the bell rings. We all head to class.

I walk into Ms. Owens room. "Kindness, you're new seat is right here." The sear she is pointing to is in the first row, and beside her desk. I nod and take a seat.

She finishes assigning seats and doing attendance. After she gets on with the lesson. After about twenty-ish minutes, the phone rings. 

"This is Ms. Owens... ok, sent her now?... well she be back?... ok she'll be right there." She puts the phone back on the phone rack and starts to sign a hall past. "Kindness, you are wanted in the principle office. Take your stuff with you. Make sure you come back later to get you missing assignments." I nod and pace my stuff up, grabbing the pass. I walk to his office and knock on the door.

"Come in." I walk in and sit on the chair.

"You wanted to see me." I say looking at the stuff on the desk. What does he want. He probably thinks I was lying too.

"I'm so sorry Kindness. I'm so sorry they didn't believe you and sent you back there. I tried to talk to them and get them to reason, but they wouldn't have it. They was completely convinced you was lying, but I know you wasn't." I look him in the eye.

"You still believe me?"

"Of course."

"Well, you're the only one. I knew trying to get help was dumb. I should've just kept my mouth shut."

"No, you should tell when someone is hurting you. I don't understand why they don't believe."

"It's because my social worker thinks I'm a lier. She told them I was and had a quote on quote explanation for everything. She showed them my file, which was all false information, and now they want to charge me with defamation of character. This just shows how I'm just ment to fail at live."

"No, you're not a failure, and that social worker is awful."

"It doesn't matter anyway, I'm done with this conversation. You win some, you lose some. Just have to except it."

"Has he hurt you recently?" Yes.

"What's it matter. There is nothing you can do about it. I'm going to go sit in the library for the rest of this period." I get up and leave his office.

I'm looking through books on the bookshelf. I pick one and find a corner to sit at to read. I love to use reading to forget about my life. Sometimes I just need the escape. I will say it was hard to read with on hand. Every time I needed to flip the page I had to put it on the floor, flip it, then pick it back up. I can't wake until my arm heals.

The bell rings and I put the book on the return rack since a didn't feel like finding where I got it from on the shelf. I walk out the library and stop by Ms. Owens room on my way to class to get my work. She gives it to me and says it's due back to her by Friday. I go to my math class, which I have to sit in the front just like last class. Great.

When we had individual work time. I tried to get my work done with my non dominant hand, which took twice as much time to do. Once I finished, I was able to get two out of seven sheets of my missing math work done before the bell rung. It's going to take me forever to get all of my missing work done. And I doubt Jimmy is going to give me time to do it. Between him and my broken arm, it's going to be impossible to finish. And grades for the report card is due next Wednesday. I sign and pack up my stuff and go to lunch. I really don't feel like eating, but I haven't eaten since breakfast of yesterday.

I go through the lunch line then take a seat at my table. The guys come and sit down with there food after a few minutes. At first there was an awkward silence because of the elephant in the room, me, until Blake broke the silence.

"I'm birthday is in a few weeks."

"Yeah, is your people throwing a cookout like passed years?" Leyon ask.

"Yeah, Xavier and Kindness, like Leyon said, my family loves to throw a cookout the day before my birthday. You come and also your parents cause my mom loves to know my friends parents lives and what not. Also, you have to bring me a gift." Blake says.

"Sounds good, when is your birthday?" Xavier ask.

"On the 24th, which falls on a Sunday this year, so the cookout will be on the 25th, Saturday." Great now I have to get this mans a gift. With what money? I do get small amounts of money for my female hygiene. Oh, true. I have enough to get him a little something, something, but what? I don't know. Me never.

They went on talking about other stuff and I just stayed silent. I wasn't in the mood to talk. I'm just really worried about too much right now. From grades to home to life to telling the guys everything after school. I wish my reality wasn't my reality.

The bell rings and I go to class. Of course, my seat was now in the front, but I don't care about that anymore. When the school day ended, the guys and I went to Kevin's house.

I've only been to Kevin's houses and Xavier's house. I've meet Kevin's parents, but not Xavier's. We don't go to Blake's house cause he says and I quote, "My [he's] mom be trippin." We don't go to Leyon's because he says there's nothing to do there, which Blake, David, and Kevin vouched for. We don't do to David's cause he has way too many people living in his house. Then we don't go to mines for obvious reason, which they don't know yet. When they asked, I just said no and they didn't argue about it.

We walk into Kevin's house. His mom was in the kitchen cooking. His brother and sister went back to college I few weeks back. I asked Levin what they was down for and he said that his mom likes them to come and visit once and awhile since there college isn't super far.

"Kevin, is that you?" Janice asked as she walked out the kitchen into the living room where we stood.

"Hey mom," he gave her a kiss in the cheek, "We'll be in my room," She nods. We say our greetings to her and rush upstairs. Once we are all settled, they all look at me.

"Spill." David says.