A place full of pill poppers and drama filled teenagers, she was the breath of fresh air that he needed. And he was the stain in her squeaky clean life. Her own personal euphoria.
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Charity had never been into a bad situation before. She had always been the one that parents wanted their kids to hang around. She was the child that all the adults had told their kids to be because it was programmed into the mind of society that Charity would be the perfect child to live in a fucked up world like ours.
She was always quiet. Parents liked that sort of thing. But not too much to the point that she had to be tested or anything. No she was quiet enough to just be called shy. Her mother didn't really like that but she didn't really care about it either.
When Charity was little, she had a hard time speaking in front of people. It stemmed from her mother always correcting her in a harsh way when her dad wasn't around. She would say the wrong words or say them in a way that chopped them up and her mother would just snap and correct the words.
Now Charity's mother was a right bitch.
But in some sick way, she did love her daughter. She had been skeptical about having a baby. She didn't think she would be the perfect mom. And she wasn't but she was a lot better at it than her own mother who had sold her for five dollars and bag of crack.
