Trouble brings hope

         There was my dad. Sitting on his fucking chair drinking his fucking beer and smoking his fags. I hated him as much as he hated me. I could see my mother in the kitchen. She must have been pretty once. You could see she had a figure but you could also see the bruises she hid when she went out. Now she wore what my dad liked her to. Which was something skimpy and revealing. I heard him call to her, heard him ask where her fucking son was, and she didn't know. He called her over and slapped her. She took it like she always had,did and will. I hoped to god that after I was done she wouldn't have to take his abuse. I slipped out the foot long knife Alex had rented me for a pack of dad's fags. I knew I'd have to go to jail but I could take it. Prison wasn't like being here. If anything it was better. I could face the fucked up kids in Juvi. They couldn't hurt me. That son of bitch in their had already done that. I guess some dad's give you presents for you birthday. My dad fucking raped me for mine. I clenched my fists and teeth and entered the house. I don't remember what happened after that.

         A diner, it was dark out already. I was wearing new clothing. Gone was my gym shirt and sweats. I was wearing some stuff I didn't even own. Shit I didn't recognize. the knife was gone to. Alex might kill me if I didn't get death by cop first. I had to be on the FBI watch list by now. How come I couldn't remember ending the worst chapter of my life? It would have been so fucking sweet, I imagined. Seeing him feel the pain we'd been enduring for years. Before me was a meal i didn't have the money to pay for. Then i saw the girl. She had long pulled back black hair and wore a tight skull shirt. The rest was hidden by the table. She had a sharp, pretty face. She gestured at the food and my fork. She wanted me to eat. It was her who was paying after all. I had no money. I never had. Then she scribbled on a pad and shoved it at me.