"Where should I start, there is so much crap." I say laying my head on the headboard.

"Start where ever you want." David says. I nod.

"Ok, I'll start from when I was put into foster care... I don't know my real parents. I don't even know what they look like. I don't even know if they are alive. I was told I was put in the system once I was born. They didn't even take the time to get to know me. Well, they did name me. Any who, I was in the system. From birth till I was six I lived with the Pattersons. They was the best. I still to this day think of them as my parents."

"Why don't you live with them anymore?" David ask.

"They died in a car accident. I was in the car too, but I was fine. Just some minor injuries."

"Is that where you got that scar on your face from?" Leyon ask.

"No, I'll get to that in a moment. When they died I was put in a group home from ages six to seven. That home wasn't the best. They didn't really take care of us. I got into lots of fights and stealing and hanging with bad people. I was a bad little kid. Then I was adopted by Andrea. I was with her from ages seven till thirteen. Those years is when my life took a turn for the worst. She was a junky. She would make me go to our neighborhood drug dealer and get her drugs. She would go to parties and get super drunk and high that I would have to drag her home. She brought me with her to those parties for that reason alone. She was a real hoe. She'll doing anything for money and drugs. It didn't matter what is was.

When I was ten, there was this guy that was selling her crack. She didn't have the money, but was still begging him to let her have it. Kept saying she'll do anything. He cut a deal with her. Said that if she lets him have me for one night then she can have it for free. She said yes without even blinking. At ten I knew what he meet. I've seen it happen to girls all the time when I was running the streets back at the group home. I told her no. That I don't want to be involved with her shit and she smacked me in the face. Said that I belong to her and I'll do whatever she says. I told her that I would tell my social worker and she didn't care. He got his time and I was true to my word. I told and at first my social worker believed me. But then somehow Andrea convinced her a was lying.

After that blew up in my face, things went on like usual. I did the cooking, cleaning. I was stealing food cause she wouldn't buy groceries. To top it off I was getting bullied at school. And  it wasn't just a little teasing here and there. I was getting jumped on a daily bases. My arm was broken once. My leg was broken once. I was push down stairs, and so much more. It was bad. That's why I don't take crap from people anymore. I use to be a big pushover. I would fight back, I tried to fight back, but it's hard when the whole school is against you.

When I was twelve is when I got these scar in my face from Andrea. That particular day, the bullies jumped me after school ended. I passed
out, and when I woke up it was night time. I was four hours late getting home. She didn't care. I still had to clean the house and wash the clothes. When I was washing the clothes, I made a stupid mistake. Somehow I got a red sock mixed in with the white clothes and turnt all the white stuff pink. She then decided to take a knife a carve this one my face. Making it deep enough to last forever." I didn't notice I was crying until Kevin took his thumb at wiped my tear.

"Dang, and I though my life was hard." Leyon says.

"It gets worst." I say.

"How can it get worster then this?" David say. 

"Worster isn't a word." Blake mumbles.

"That's besides the point." David says.

"Just continue with your story... if you want." Kevin says. 

"I am, I want to... once I turnt thirteen. Well a few months after I turnt thirteen, I was put back in a group home for a year then was adopted by Jimmy - which is who I'm with know. For the first month with him things were great. I thought that I finally found someone like the Pattersons..." I trailed off. This is really hard to tell them about something that is current.

"Kindness, what does he do?" Blake ask. He's been tense this whole time. Well they all are, but Blake looks like he was ready to go on a killing spree.

"A lot. Life is kinda the same like when I was with Andrea, but besides a lot of factors. I still do the cooking and cleaning, but he doesn't allow me to eat, only once and a while. He doesn't do hard drugs like she does. He just smokes. And... he hits me. She did once and a while but he does it everyday. And it's not slaps in the face like her, he beats me up. All of the bruises and scars I have is from him. Is the one that broke my arm." They look flabbergasted. 

"Why didn't you tell us?" Kevin ask.

"I didn't know how to?"

"So you're telling me, when we found your dying in the park, he did it." Blake ask and I nod. His veins was popping out of his forehead.

"Is that all he does to you?" Leyon ask. His face was blank, but his eyes screams anger.

"No."

"What else." Xavier ask. This is the first time he spoke the whole time. He seems to look angrier then everyone combined.

"I, I don't know if I should say. Y'all seem angry enough."

"No, what else does he do." Kevin says looking me dead in the face. Tears stream down my eyes more rapidly as I look at him. I don't want them to think I'm not only damaged externally, but internally too.

"Kindness if you don't-" Blake starts but I cut him off blurting the truth.

"He rapes me."

They all stare at me for a long time without making a sound. The only noise being from the TV downstairs. I was staring at my lap as I tell them process what I said.

"What." Blake says. His whole face was red with angry. If it was any other time I would joke and say he looks like a tomato.

"Are you really going to make me repeat it."

"How many times has he done that to you?" David ask. Tears was on the verge of gliding down his face.

"A lot. All the time. That's why a asked if I could spend I night at your house. I he was about to, but I got away."

"We need to tell someone." Leyon says. I shake my head.

"I already did. That's why I was ghosting last week. I told Principal Gates and he got me out of there, but then my social worker convinced the police that I was lying. Saying this wasn't the first time I did this. When I told y'all about then I was ten. I'm stuck."

"How about you stay with me, I doubt my parents wouldn't mine. They're always on business trips anyway." Blake says. I shake my head no.

"I'm already in my last strike. If my social worker fines out then I'm out. I'll be in a worst place. I'm surprised she didn't send me there for this."

"Where would you go?" Kevin ask. 

"I place where bad teens go. I'll be stuck there until I'm 21." We sat in silence again. I pull out my phone and check the time. 11:40. Crap, his going to kill me. So you know, Kevin's mom told us the food was ready hours ago, but we said we'll eat later. "I have to go." They look at me as if I grew another head.

"What, no! Your not going back there! That's suicided!" Xavier yells. I sigh.

"I have no choice. I'm already late."

"No, spend a night here, please." Kevin says.

"I can't."

"No, you will." Blake says. I shake my head.

"Please Kindness. I can't go to sleep knowing something could and will happen to you." Xavier pleads.

"What if he kills you, I can't- please." David says. Just stay, they're not giving you a choice.

"Fine."

"Good, now lets go eat." Kevin says blankly.

We all walk downstairs into the kitchen. We make our plates, then take turns warming them up in the microwave. We sit at the table and eat in silence. Everyone was lost in thought. Hopefully it doesn't say this way. I don't want them to treat me differently. Kevin's mom walks into the kitchen pouring herself a glass of water.

"Why are y'all so quiet? Usually I'm yelling at y'all to keep it down." She looks at a Kevin, expecting an answer.

"Oh, umm, I-we, I-" he looks at Blake for help, which he then looks at Leyon, who then looks at David, who then looks at Xavier, who then looks at me.

"Nothing serious. We just had a stupid disagreement and know everyone is but hurt." I say.

"Uhh, hmm. What was the disagreement?"

"What superhero in the DC universe is better. I personally think Batman is number one and the flash is the runner up."

"What, no! Superman is way better than both of them!" David says.

"No the Arrow is. Well, Batman and him are tied at number one." Kevin say.

"Cyborg is the best! I don't know what drugs y'all taking!" Leyon says.

"What, that guy isn't even in my top ten!" David says.

"He isn't bad. I'll have him in my top ten." I say.

"No, but the green lantern is in my top ten." Xavier says.

"That guy is trash! He is not better then Cyborg!" Leyon says.

"I can agree on that." Blake says.

"I can see y'all are back to normal." Janice chuckles as she walk out the kitchen.

"Wait ma, can Kindness and Blake spend the night?" Kevin ask. The rest wanted to stat too, but there parents wouldn't let them on a school night.

"Sure, just make y'all go to sleep. And clean the kitchen all of you before you leave. Y'all ain't guess anymore." We all shout a yes as she leaves the kitchen.

"I call sweeping!" Blake shouts.

"I call wiping counters and stuff." Leyon says.

"I'll put away the dishes." Xavier says.

"I'll rinse." Kevin says.

"I'll dry." David says.

"Wait, I can't wash the dishes. I have a broken arm." I say glaring at them.

"Fine I'll wash and you can wipe the counters," Leyon says.

"Thanks." I say as I grab the rag from him.

Everyone left and Kevin, Blake, and I are laying on Kevin's bed in the dark trying to fall asleep. The key word, trying.

"You know I can't say tomorrow or say a lot in general?" I say more as a statement. Kevin and Blake sighs.

"We know." They say in unison.

"Good night." I say.

"Nighty night." Blake says.

"Sleep tight." Kevin says.