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Instead of paying attention in class, I just started slipping away and skipping school I got in trouble for itout with the older kids who seeh it was only because I illing to steal candies and snacks for them

The foster hoot tired ofaround froed to find ht years, but I couldn’t resist her offer She would take me away from the school and away froood to be true I was so tired of all the fighting and yelling I was tired of feeling unwanted and stupid So despite all of the things she’d done when I was young, I happily ith her and joined the biker gang

It would become both the best and worst choice I’d ever make Welcome to my life

Chapter Two

The sun was rising and peeking through the ar my tanned skin My h to retainand black as raven’s feathers I rarely brushed it and just left it wavy or pulled back into a pony tail Men lovedon the situation), and they had a tendency to get lost in rass and with a flutter of ot what I wanted

I wasn’t alone in the bed I never was Just likemyself for the basic necessities in life By the ti I was seventeen and considered an adult by most of the men, and as an adult I was expected to earnof value that I possessed was my body I was scared at first The first few tih I became numb to the physical and emotional pain and I just sucked it up

The leader of the gang, Fang, took a particular interest in ot his pick of women Mom and I weren’t the only woood ten to fifteen wos Well, the drugs were never free, but for most of them sex was a small price to pay for crank

I was the only one asn’t after drugs I think it was one of the reasons I was in “high de put it My skin wasn’t ruined andout of my head That was more than most of the other woh Many of them had been born into situations like this Many of the induced haze they lived in waselse

I didn’t think ofand “feisty” I hated when they called me that Itwith a stick It made my skin crawl

My eyes finally fluttered open and I sat up, running haround Fang was naked in the bed besidein a slow rhyth ofThis man made me feel trapped and I hated it I wanted to run but I had nowhere to go At least here I had a roof over my head and food inhomeless

I walked over to the bathroo’s smell off me I hated the way he smelled It was an awful mixture of sweat and desperation Despite the fact that we lived in a trailer with a shower Fang still didn’t shower nearly as often as he should

The bathroom had always beenalongIt was like a warranted as a child My mother never wrapped her arms around me

or kissedthe line, water had replaced my mother’s affections

I took far too long, allowing the hot water to run out; it wasn’t like Fang was going to care Just as I reached to turn the shower off there was a banging at the door

“Hurry it up I have to take a shit!” Fang snapped