I DONT DO THUGS

Stacy POV: Month later

Stacy POV: Month Later 

Its been a month since I moved out my mom's house and into Kasedy's house. We moved to her old neighboorhood. Nicole, Kas,and I went back to my mother house and when we walked in everything was gone. The flat screen in the livingroom gone. The housephone gone. Picture frames were broken there was holes  in the walls it looked like swat came and fucked the house up. I had walked into my room and all my desinger clothes were gone. I wanted to cry. I mean that was shit I payed for how the hell could my mother do this to me. I mean ethier way I made that money and choose to buy that shit with my money. Could she just take my stuff like that. I went to the safe in my closet and got my laptop and the stacks of money I was saving to get out of her house with my sisters. Then I went in my sisters room and all they stuff was gone. They're flatscreen , theyre wii, theyre jordans, theyre jewelry. She just did anything to get them drugs. I couldnt take it I was pissed off and hurt and devastated. I mean that stuff was ours and she had to take it away. Let alone that she didnt pay for shit. I did i payed for all of that. I endured beatings from her, I endured all the shit she ever did to me thats why I wanted to give my sisters a better life and she ruined it she ruined everything. I hope them drugs support her. The next time i see her im gone beat her ass like she was another bitch on the street. She hurt me too many times and the little resect I had for her was gone. I mean I probably shouldnt have any respect for her. Once she tried to sell my little sister for crack. Crack. Im glad my bestfriend was a dude who was a thug who lived next door. He heard her scream and came over and beat the dealer up. He beat him u with a gun and we ran next door. My mother cried over the drug dealer but not over my sister. The boy gave me money. I mean we were 13 I didnt know why he gave me money but I saved it for a get away. I could never get away because I was paying the cable bill, light bill, and buying food. I was also supporting my mothers drug habbits without knowing it. She was stealing out my money shoebox and thats why I brought a safe. When I was 15 I caught her stealing from me and we got into a fist fight and she hit me in the head with something cold and knocked me out but my sisters fount me and woke me up. I didnt have the best relationshipmwith my grandmother. I mean she wasnt thatt encouraging when we were at her house she would bad mouth our mother to the rest of our family. I would always get mad and fight with her. I mean she was still my mother. I still loved her. I was young like 6-9. Then I would tell my mother and she stopped taking me over there. Now I was being past through crack houses. Or I would go to my "fathers" house. It would never help that I had a new father everyweek. I never knew what started my mothers drug problem.I just knew I didnt want to be apart of it anymore so I moved with Kas and her family. I mean her mom treated me like her own now. She brought me a new iphone 5 , a new laptop, and new clothes. I mean she knew my mother so she was like a second mother to me all my life. SHe said if I stopped  "slutting around" I could stay there. I mean it wasnt in them exact words but that was the mural of what she was trying to say. I mean I was a hopeless romantic. I wore my heart on my sleeve. I wasnt a hoe I was just misunderstood and tried to feel better with the company of boys. I know it was stupid of me to do but thats what I did. Now I got a job  in livingston malll with Kas got a job at crazy 8. I changed alot I stop looking for company in boys. I mean Kas is the only person who understands me and sometimes she misunderstands me too. I misunderstand her but I try so hard to understand her. I think I get her thou. 

 (Picture of stacy to the side.)