"The word "It" he use, I am no longer a human being or have rights. I am just an "It" a thing not a real person. Just a thing. A thing who does the cooking, cleaning and washing in this house. What does he do? Drinks, gambled and go to bars hooking up with women. What worse can a child my age shall see? Well it just gets worse." A Child called It. Is a book of my life, carrying around the journal of my life and maybe the last.(what are you saying? Introduce yourself.) My name is Taylor, Taylor Ross Drybones. I am nineteen years old and possibly a pansexual. Well if you gotta know you got to know me. (Go on.) What I write here is no lie. But I am writing it all over again since it makes no sense. So yes it under edit it please bear with me. But don't worry I will continue writing. Trust me. But yes it is edited and continue just lie is keeping me on hold. Don't think it's on hold it is just being edited. Thank you.

"I need you," he whispered from the passenger seat. Why would I trust a bad boy? But I felt, for some reason, that I needed him to. I turned to look at him, but he was already leaning in to kiss me. Why is love so complicated? Maya Reeds is a seventeen year old girl thriving on independence and drive. She thinks boys are mindless, immature imbeciles and has steered clear of the entire concept of love in general. Her single mother is not just a role model, but an inspiration. Leaving for a business trip to China, Maya's mother has high ambitions for her future. However, she can't leave her daughter alone for all those months. That's where Carrie Groom comes in. Carrie has been friends with Maya's mom for years, and her home seems like a harmless place to stay for the duration of Maya's seeming abandonment. Never thought that Carrie could've raised a bad boy. As Maya endures this temporary move, she is sent into a whirlwind of desire, heated emotions, and betrayal- all fueled by the boy who lives just down the hall.