There are comments from 2016, from when I started this book. They may not make sense since I changed how I wrote them back in 2019. Felt as though I should say that.

Also, if you find mistakes, please don't be afraid to point them out. I'll try to fix it whenever I have time. 

Kindness POV.

Three years.

Twenty days.

Lots of hours.

This is how long I've been with Jimmy. With every home that I go to, things get worse and worse. Homelessness would be a better option. It is the better option. I should run away.

I did run away.

Two times.

Each time I was at a different home...

...but they found me.

They brought me back.

They won't listen.

They wouldn't try to understand.

They say if I leave again, I'll be sent to juvenile something... I wasn't paying attention. I should have. My rap sheet is very long, and I'm already labeled a bad kid.

One more mistake, and I'm gone for good.

You would think that's a good thing.

I was thrilled...

...but I found out that place is way worst than my current predicament.

I cannot wait until I'm old enough to escape this hell hole. Just a few more months and I'm out...

I scrubbed and scrubbed until my skin was beet red. I sat down in the shower and stared blankly at the shower head.

I hate people.
They hate you too.
I hate life.
Life hates you too.
I hate myself.
Everyone hates you too.

The water was getting cold. My fingers were wrinkly. Are you ready to get out?

No. Yes. No.

I stayed a little longer. I wasn't in any rush... there was a bang on the door.

"Hurry up before I drag you out of there!" He'll have to break down the door first, hence it's locked. I chucked.

Without replying, I got out of the shower and ended up staring at myself in the mirror for about fifteen minutes. As I said, I wasn't in any rush. I looked into the mirror and glared at my appearance.

I'm a toast almond color, with a scare running through my eyeball. I have dull-brown eyes; a skinny frame; damaged, inch past my shoulder-length hair, and I'm 5'7.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"What is taking you so got dam long?! Hurry the hell up!" I rolled my eyes and slowly began to dry off. As I said, I'm not in a hurry. I put on my clothes and place my hand on the knob.

Are you ready to walk out? No. Yes. No. Yes. I walked out into the hallway.

He was standing there... angrily.

"What took you so long?!" What took you so long.

I shrugged my shoulders, which makes him even angrier. He marches up to me and choke-slammed me onto the wall beside the bathroom door.

"Are you testing my patience? When I tell you to hurry up, I mean it! Don't try to play games with me! Do you understand?!" I gave him a thumbs-up since I couldn't breathe. He let me go. I collapsed on the ground gasping for air.

"Go make me food! I'm starving! It should've been done hours ago! Why are you so stupid and slow?! Why are you still on the floor?!" He kicked me. "Hurry up you waste of space!" He stomped away to the living room and sat down on the couch. "Don't make me have to get back up!" Rolling my eyes again, I slowly picked myself up and made my way into the kitchen.

I silently cooked baked chicken, macaroni, and peas; for a simple dinner. I sneaked a bite, or two, of macaroni and peas. I wrapped a piece of chicken in a napkin and put it in my pocket. I made him a plate, put it on the table, got a beer out of the fridge, and placed it with his food.

"It's done," I said to him and walked into my room.

I ate my food, threw the bone out the window, and placed the napkin in the trash. After getting under the covers, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Well... tried to fall asleep.

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Beep! Beep! Beeeeeeeeee-

I slammed my finger on the off button. Next, I slide out from underneath the covers and made the bed. I wear dark blue skinny jeans, a red long-sleeve shirt, and a black jacket. I grabbed my book bag and phone and creeped out the front door.

I start my journey to school, on foot, of course. I can't afford a car since I don't have a job. My social worker thinks it wouldn't be a good idea since I have a temper, so on foot, I go.

Once I arrived at my school, people tried their best not to bump into me. This is a regular occurrence. Everyone knows not to mess with me even though I'm quiet and a loner. The reason is my anger issues. Most of the time, I can suppress it, but there have been times I've spazzed out.

And this was one of those times. Unff ...

"Sorry, didn't mean to..."

"Which where the hell you're going!" I yelled while getting up, giving him a death glare.

"I didn't mean to..."

"I don't care what you mean or didn't mean to do." I was all in his face while I spoke in a low, deadly tone. I pushed passed him and stormed off.

I hate new kids. Me too.

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After English, I went to lunch - where I sat alone. Don't you think about it too much, I like it this way. After getting my food, I went to MY table, where I found TWO idiots sitting. Alright, maybe that's too harsh, TWO dummies. I have no clue why, but those two being there infuriated me to the point my head was about to explode. Everyone's gaze was between me and the two things sitting down. I slowly set my tray down and took a deep breath. In a low voice, I say...

"You two have three seconds to get away from my table. One... Two..."

The two girls looked at me and smirked, so I did the next best thing. I pull them off the bench by their hair. They fall off with a thunk. I picked up one of them by her shirt.

"Next time, listen to my warning, and we wouldn't have problems. I'm tired of you bitches trying to be all bold. Next time I wouldn't be as nice." I let her go, and they scurry off with their trays. I sat down and ate my food. Everyone was still staring at me.

"Don't y'all have something better to do than to stare at me!" I scream, which makes everyone look away. I sigh. I really hate people. And they hate you too.

The bell rings, signaling the end of lunch. I throw away my tray and go straight to math class. Once there, I take a seat in the back and get out my completed homework. I stare out the window as others begin to trickle in.

The bell rang again, signaling the beginning of class.

"Ok, class. Today we're going to continue our notes on limits. But first, are there any numbers on the homework I need to review?"

Everyone started to shout out numbers, mainly five and seven.

"Ok then. Everyone look at number five. Next, we'll do number seven." He spent about twenty minutes explaining those two questions because he had to explain how he got the answer a million times. I mean, I understood the first time. Insert eye roll.

"Now we can do the notes!" And that is what we did for the remainder of the class.

The same things happened in science and history. We just took notes and did worksheets. Since I knew how to use my time wisely, I completed everything in class, so I had no homework.

The day ended with no more problems, and I headed to hell. Just kidding, at Jimmy's house - which could count as hell. To my luck, he wasn't there.

I went to my room and studied. School is honestly all I have, so I try my best, which is why I'm a straight-A student. Since I want to show these dummies that I am not stupid, I must maintain good grades. Plus, I'll like to go to college.

"Kindness, come here!" Jimmy demands. Do you look like a dog? Why is he talking to you like you are one? Kindness, come here! Why doesn't he just come to me... never mind. I don't want him to come to me. Smart.

I walked into the living room and looked at him, not wanting to speak.

"Come here." I crossed my arms and walked closer. He pulled me onto his lap.

"Why are you giving me the silent treatment?" I shrug my shoulders. I really wanted to get off his lap. He gripped my jaw and forced me to look at him.

"Talk to me,baby." I had to stop myself from looking at him with disgust. After some thought, I decided to play along. Maybe he'll let me go. Probably not.

"What do you want me to say?" He smiled at me and started to rub my thigh. I had to stop myself from pushing his hand away.

"How was school?"

"Fine."

"Come on! You can say more than that." I sighed.

"I just took notes and did worksheets. Nothing extravagant. How was work?" Maybe if he's talking, he wouldn't try anything more. Probably will.

"Great! I think I a maybe getting a raise soon."

"That's wonderful news! You work so hard. They should've been giving it to you."

"Awe, thank you, pumpkin."

"You're welcome, so who is playing in the football game tonight?"

"The Cowboys versus the Dolphins." He started to put his hand up my shirt, slowly inching up. This isn't work! You don't say. Shut up.

"Who do you think is going to win?"

"The Cowboys, they have had a good winning streak this year. And they have a better quarterback." His hands were inching closer and closer up. Think! Think!

"Maybe I should start on dinner. What would you like to eat? And once I'm done, I think the game will be on. We could watch it together." His hand was now rubbing my boobs.

"Sounds like a plan. I think the game is starting soon though, so we can order a pizza." He took his hand out of my shirt and grabbed his phone. Thank God.

He ordered the pizza online while I switched the channel to where the game is planning; it was about to start.

"Lay down." I did as I was told and lay on my stomach on the couch. He laid on top of me. I would rather do this than do what he wanted to do. He kissed my cheek and wrapped his arms around me while laying his hand on my head. We watched the game.

The pizza came, and we ate. He drank a beer, and I drink some water. Once we finished eating, we got back in our laying position and finished watching the game.

The game came to an end, and I was ready to go to my room.

"I'm about to head to bed," I said, trying to get up, but he held me down.

"No, not yet let's watch a movie together." I sigh and nod. Not like you had a choice anyway. He put on "Wrong Turn" -I don't know which number -and laid back on me.

The problem with this movie is that it starts with an inappropriate scene. This is the one that had two girls going at it, which made him hard. How do I know? Cause I felt it. If I wasn't moving before, I definitely wasn't moving now, but he was.

He started to grind on me, breathing hard in my ear, but that wasn't enough. He put his hand back in my shirt, rubbing my boobs again. He pinched my nips and groaned in my ear.

"I want you." I don't want you. Push him off you! I can't.

"Please, not tonight. I just want to relax. Please." He sighs but complies, sorted off. He got off of me.

"Lay on your back." I did as told. He hovered over me and pulled his thing from his pants. He stared at me and began to jerk off. I felt so disgusted.

Once he finished and squirted on me -gross right - he collapsed on top of me. After he got off his high, he put his thing back in his pants and laid back on top of me.

I hate my life.

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