Damaged

“C’mon, Lala”, my best friend Meme begs. “My brother won’t let me go if I don’t bring you along”. Kyle is Meme’s brother, who is two years older than us. Even he knows she’s… Promiscuous is putting it nicely!“That’s because I keep your ass out of trouble”, I chided. “Listen, Meme… I don’t feel like being ditched at a party where I don’t know anybody. It’s different when you do it at our high school after parties. I at least know people when you run off to get fucked”.“Hey bitch”, she groans.“Tell me I’m wrong”, I scolded back.“You're not, but it’s at Kyle's best friend’s house. You know Benny”, she tells me this like it’s supposed to make me feel better. I haven’t seen Benjamin in years!“Still”, I tell her, unsatisfied with her justification.“I promise, cross my heart and hope to die. I won’t ditch you this time”, she pleads.I know I’m going to regret this, “fine! But if you leave me this time, I’ll never forgive you”!She flings her arms around my neck as she jumps up and down

Have I died and gone to heaven? I’m warm, in a bed that feels like a cloud! I feel the weight of an arm and a leg over me, and I’m not that disturbed by it since I was supposed to sleep at Meme’s… Until the weight really sets in on my body. I open my eyes, and came face to face with the unfamiliar jaw of a man that can only be described as being sculpted by God himself. His loose black curls hung messily around his forehead. His perfectly straight nose ties in with his strong squared jaw that rocks a five o’clock shadow and fits his look perfectly. His plump lips are parted as his gentle snores escape him. I caress his cheek and his eyes shoot open, startling me. As the recognition of his crystal blue eyes syncs the memories of last night with my brain, I sit up in the bed and take in my surroundings. He’s in bed with me in just sweatpants, so this is obviously his bed! How did I get here? Both Kyle and Meme are asleep on the floor! “What the fuck Meme?” I yelled, making everyone ju

~LALA~ After breakfast at Meme’s, I go straight home. My foster parents are not even back yet, so I use the key to get in and have the place to myself. I got started on the homework I'd neglected all weekend and I finished it within a few hours. When Maxine and Kevin finally show up, they convince me to accompany them to the mall. I walk between them with my arm looped through Maxine’s, trying to avoid anyone I know. I’ve been successful so far, and even when we head to the restroom I still haven’t seen a soul I know. However, I’m in the stall tinkling when I hear some girls talking about how a snobby rich football player named Travis Baker from my school had gotten a girl at their school pregnant, and his parents paid for the girl to have an abortion so his girlfriend wouldn’t find out! What?! Well, guess what bitches? I’m the girlfriend and I just found out in the worst way. I’ve hidden the relationship from Maxine and Kevin, so I act normal when I come out of the stall. I’m prett

I wake early, dress, and head out the door. It’s five minutes to seven when I send a text that I’m outside. Meme is warming her car and she waves at me as she waits… Well, at least someone wants me around Loyalty, even if it’s for the wrong reasons! Loyalty steps out of the house with her long pink hair loose down her back, a white low-cut shirt showing cleavage, low-cut dark blue skinny jeans, gray Ugg boots, and a black bubble coat she has left open revealing her clothes underneath. Her pink book bag is slung over one shoulder! She doesn’t really go to school like this, does she?! Meme blows a kiss at her, and she blows one back as Meme pulls out of the driveway. Loyalty watches her pull away before getting in the car. “Morning beautiful”, I tell her and she rolls her eyes before laying the seat back slightly. “Tired”?! She nods her head as I start to drive and say

It’s the second morning that I’m here five minutes to seven, and I text Loyalty that I’m outside. Again, she gets into the car and looks completely drained… Does she sleep?! “Morning, beautiful. Starbucks”? She keeps looking forward with her eyes closed as she nods yes! We pulled into the Starbucks drive-thru and I ordered her drink and my coffee. After she takes a sip, I ask her, “you okay”? “Yes”, she says immediately, but pouts and follows it up with a “no”! Uh-oh, this can’t be good! “So which is it, Loyalty?” I said to her. “No, why were you in jail”? I was not expecting that question this early in the morning. Why do people talk about things that are none of their business like it is?! I take a deep breath and sip my coffee, “well”? “I murdered my father”, I tell her honestly. The bastard deserved it. I’m not ashamed of what I did! “How long were you in jail for that? I mean, you’re not that old”, she says. Does she think I’m old?! “I was given five years, and I was out in