I sat in my dimly lit room, counting up money I had been saving that I stored in an old shoe box of mine. I was almost at my goal of two thousand dollars. I'd be saving money from almost all of my checks at work so that I could finally run away from here, from here meaning my Aunt Cherri's house. It's not a smart decision for me to go away so young, but honestly, I gotta do what I gotta do to get away from her and this house.
Life wasn't always like this. I grew up a happy, priviledged kid. It was just me and my mom, living in Indiana. I grew up being told I looked just like her, I still get told that to this very day. Whatever I wanted or needed, she always made sure to get it even if she couldn't get it right away. But that all changed when I turned eleven. My mom passed away, and the only person that was willing to take me was Cherri so I didn't end up in the system.
It was ok. I mean, things weren't perfect living with Cherri. The most she provided was food and the roof over both of our heads but this woman was never home for reasons I didn't understand until I got a little older. Cherri's a addict. She tried to hide it when I was a kid, that all changed for some reason. Everyday she comes home high, bringing home different men, not to mention how she treats me. I've mainly been taking care of myself since I was about thirteen because of her ways. It's sad, in all honesty but you can only feel bad for a person for so long.
If you asked me did I think I'd be living like this years ago, I definitely wouldn't have thought it would be like this. I imagined things way differently. Living with a whole drug addict? Providing for myself at seventeen? Living without my mom? Furthest thing from my mind. I guess that's how life goes. Things don't turn out how you want them.
Placing the rubber band around my money, I placed it back into the shoebox and walked to my closet. I placed it into my dirty clothes hamper and tossed the clothes over it before closing the closet door. I walked over to my dresser and carefully slid it in front of my door. I've done this out of habit of Cherri or even men who I don't know sneaking in my room at night. Luckily, they never touched me because Cherri always caught them. For some reason, Cherri always made sure to protect me from them, which I am thankful for. I also lock the door at night just in case whoever ends up moving the dresser.
I crawled into my twin bed and pulled my covers up to my chin. I looked at the picture of my mom that sat on my nightstand and I kissed my hand and placed it onto the picture.
"I love you, mommy." I whispered, before turning my light out and staring up at my ceiling to go to sleep.
Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like if she were here. It'd be a lot better than this, that's for sure. I'll make it better for myself, that's exactly why I'm leaving. I might make some mistakes but I can handle it. I've made it this far by myself, I'm sure I can do it completely alone.
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Wicked Games
General Fiction"Out here on my own, somebody tell me where I went wrong" ~NBA Youngboy 'Cross Roads'~ ••••• Seventeen year old Alina Powell has been on her own since an early teen. Going through turmoil since her mother passed at a young age, Alina was forced to f...
