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I ran down the dark street's of Atlanta with my black hoodie over my head and my back pack on my back. I checked my surroundings making sure nobody was around before jumping over the fence to the dark abandoned alley.
"Fuck" I groaned in frustration once I landed in a puddle on the other side of the fence and it soaked the bottom of my jeans.
I moved the board from the window of the abandoned building, I jumped in and made sure to place the board back before walking to turn the lights on.
"Great" I mumbled flicking the light switch up and down noticing they cut the lights off.
I sat down on the couch pulling the flashlight out of my back pack, I flicked it on placing it against the side of the ragedy couch that sat in the middle of the room so it would light up a portion of the damp, cold, dark building. I pulled out a bag of chips that I just stole from the store on the other side of town.
Ripping the bag open and placing a chip in my mouth I through my head back with my eyes closed moaning at the fact this is the first thing I ate in four days. After I finished eating I grabbed the flashlight walking to the small bathroom on the other end of the building.
I squatted on the toilet seat being sure not to sit all the way down and handled my business. I let out a breath of relief once I turned the shower on and seen that the water was still running. After I washed up I got out the shower wrapping the towel around my body.
I placed the flashlight on the sink pulling my curly brown hair into a ponytail on top of my head letting the curls fall how ever they please. I sighed looking into the mirror at the scar that was on the right side of my neck. My brown eyes didn't have the spark like they used to and my light skin tone wasn't glowing anymore.
After getting dressed in one of the outfits I had, I sat down on the couch but quickly got back up once I heard multiple footsteps coming down the stairs. I hurriedly grabbed my stuff placing it into my back pack and moved the board from the window jumping out before anybody caught me. I walked down the street with my hand in my pockets and my head low. This was nothing new.
When I was 14 my mom and her boyfriend got into a argument about the bills in our tiny apartment that he payed for even though he had his own family that lived in a middle class home. I remember standing in the door way listening to the whole thing.
"Please i'll do anything just please pay the rent this month" My mother cried
"I want London" He spoke referring to me.
It was silent for a moment and ran back to my room hiding under my bed. I knew exactly what they were talking about this conversation came up before. Next thing I know I was being dragged and thrown on the bed.
I screamed and kicked as he forced him self inside of me. After he was done I sat in my room crying, I heard yelling again and walked in the hallway peeking my head around the corner.
"Stop putting your hands on me" My mom yelled hitting his chest.
"Shut the hell up bitch" He yelled throwing my mother into a wall.
The tears ran down my face as I watched my mom get abused by the man she claimed to be in love with but I never understood how she loved him but not me. She always told me how I ruined her life and I was the reason that my dad left her, My mother and I never had a bond and I never once heard the words I love you come out her mouth.
The next week I was home by myself for almost a month with nothing to eat and I wasn't going to school, My mother never came back.
Ever since then I been on my own in and out of foster care, but eventually I ran away after all the abuse, being in and out of the hospital and almost losing my life.
I stopped walking and grabbed my head as I felt myself getting light head I had a huge head ache, I spotted a corner store and remembered I had 5 dollars in my pocket.
"Can I get a bottle of Ibuprofen" I asked the man standing behind the counter.
"Why do you need it" He asked.
"Because I have a head ache" I said through gritted teeth.
"How old are you"
"What the fuck does that have to do with anything, just give me what I asked for" I raised my voice getting irritated. I'm not good with holding my anger at all and this man here is testing my patients.
"Why are you out so late by yourself"
"Look I didn't come in here to have a conversation, I have a really bad head ache and I'm ready to leave"
"How old are you" He asked again.
"16" I sighed.
"I can't give it to you" He shook his head.
"And why the fuck not" I asked raising my eyebrow.
"Because I can't"
"You act like I'm asking you for liquor or something, just give me what I asked for or I'm gone get it my fucking self" I yelled slamming my hand on the counter.
He grabbed the bottle from off the wall behind him and placed it in front of me. "2.99" He spoke.
I mugged him and walked away with out paying, grabbing a juice and bag of chips before I walked out and continued walking until I found a place to sleep tonight.