CHAPTER ONE
23 nov. 1987
it's raining. my clothes are drenced it water while my hair covers my face. i'am freezing. mom berkata she would be here an jam ago. until i got the message that she was'nt coming back. the following months after mom's death [mysteriously] dad's been hitting the booze pretty hard. my older brother kendell moved out when i was about nine. he always told me that he will come back and take me with him. everyday after that i would come halaman awal from school standing beside my bag and wait.
he never came. i was 14 now fending for myself. my life was'nt as simple as before. i was hit. hard. the hitting became a routine. come home. dad's drunk. get hit for doing nothing. welcome to my paradise life. i would come to school with scars. each one with the same story. i fell. my cat sratched me. nothing new. i was coming halaman awal from school when matt jumped infront of me. my only true friend [at least thats what i thought]
"hey" he berkata with a smile. his hair glistening in the sunshine.
"hey" i berkata back covering my arm.
"what did he do?"
"what?"
"your arm. what did he do?"
"nothing. he was drunk. he didn't know."
"yeah sure. stay with me. only for a little while."
"i don't know. it's-just-so-tough"
"come on. please..."
"i don't know. i don't want him to be mad."
"oh don't give me that. anda know he doesn't give a shit about you."
"hey! he may not give a shit about me but he is still my father!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"you call that lazy junkie son of a menggerutu, jalang a father? hawk look at your arms! what do anda call those!"
"i feel down the steps!"
"some fucking steps!"
"why does it matter? anda don't give a shit about me!"
"and why do anda say that?"
"are anda kidding me matt?! anda were screwing around with other girls behing my back!"
"for a reason!"
"some fucking reason!"
i turn around and start to leave while he grabs my arm.
"no your staying with me! come here!"
and he pushed me down. he started to un-zipp his pants while i was screaming. no one could hear. i wanted my mother.
"help! help! please somebody help!"
"no one can hear you! your mine! i don't cinta you? well i'll tampil anda how much i cinta you!"
"no matt please please matt no!"
"to late!"
selanjutnya thing anda know he got up zipped up his pants and smiled. he rubbed the back of my head while whispering "you were...amazing"
"i hate you" i whispered. "i hate you"
23 nov. 1987
it's raining. my clothes are drenced it water while my hair covers my face. i'am freezing. mom berkata she would be here an jam ago. until i got the message that she was'nt coming back. the following months after mom's death [mysteriously] dad's been hitting the booze pretty hard. my older brother kendell moved out when i was about nine. he always told me that he will come back and take me with him. everyday after that i would come halaman awal from school standing beside my bag and wait.
he never came. i was 14 now fending for myself. my life was'nt as simple as before. i was hit. hard. the hitting became a routine. come home. dad's drunk. get hit for doing nothing. welcome to my paradise life. i would come to school with scars. each one with the same story. i fell. my cat sratched me. nothing new. i was coming halaman awal from school when matt jumped infront of me. my only true friend [at least thats what i thought]
"hey" he berkata with a smile. his hair glistening in the sunshine.
"hey" i berkata back covering my arm.
"what did he do?"
"what?"
"your arm. what did he do?"
"nothing. he was drunk. he didn't know."
"yeah sure. stay with me. only for a little while."
"i don't know. it's-just-so-tough"
"come on. please..."
"i don't know. i don't want him to be mad."
"oh don't give me that. anda know he doesn't give a shit about you."
"hey! he may not give a shit about me but he is still my father!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"you call that lazy junkie son of a menggerutu, jalang a father? hawk look at your arms! what do anda call those!"
"i feel down the steps!"
"some fucking steps!"
"why does it matter? anda don't give a shit about me!"
"and why do anda say that?"
"are anda kidding me matt?! anda were screwing around with other girls behing my back!"
"for a reason!"
"some fucking reason!"
i turn around and start to leave while he grabs my arm.
"no your staying with me! come here!"
and he pushed me down. he started to un-zipp his pants while i was screaming. no one could hear. i wanted my mother.
"help! help! please somebody help!"
"no one can hear you! your mine! i don't cinta you? well i'll tampil anda how much i cinta you!"
"no matt please please matt no!"
"to late!"
selanjutnya thing anda know he got up zipped up his pants and smiled. he rubbed the back of my head while whispering "you were...amazing"
"i hate you" i whispered. "i hate you"