Hard Knocks Novels & Stories

“Exactly. And it’s messy. It’s loud. It’s late-night fights and early-morning makeup pancakes. But it’s real.”We sat there, the porch quiet except for the crickets and the occasional buzz of a streetlamp moth beating itself stupid against the glass. “You didn’t mess up,” he said again, softer this time. “You just started the hard part. The real part. You got love, son. You got a roof, a good woman, a little one on the way. You got time. You just gotta show up and keep showing up.” I nodded slowly. “I don’t want to lose her.”

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he answered, frowning angrily at me. I looked at him in shock. “You think you have it hard? You pay me a hundred and fifty bucks a month, Josh, that doesn’t even cover his food for goodness’ sake!” He had no idea how hard it was being single parent, working as hard as you can but still knowing that your wages weren’t enough to cover the bills each month. I hated to rely on people for anything, especially Josh, but I didn’t have a choice. If he didn’t pay my child support then DJ and I wouldn’t be able to get through the month – that was why I put up with his worthless ass.

she asked, her voice above a whisper. Victor’s expression hardened. "If you refuse, then you can walk out that door and never look back. But you and I both know that you’ll regret it. Your father’s situation isn’t going to improve without proper treatment, and we both know you can’t afford that on your own."

Something real and hard. Something hungry.

Neither Mom nor Dad spared me a backward glance. From that day onward, I learned to stand on my own two feet. I had to take care of myself. I was only six years old when I faced the loneliness, the danger, and the helplessness of life on my own. I forced myself to be strong and resilient. I forced myself to be independent. I made sure to build a tough armor around myself to protect myself from harm. My armor was close to perfect during my childhood and teenage years. However, on the night of my 18th birthday, the first crack started to form in my carefully-crafted armor.

Scraping by and making do. Harding was once a beautiful seaside town, but it has fallen on hard times. Everyone—except for Mr. Jones—is living hand to mouth. I won't let Curtis starve, though. No. I'll make this sacrifice and one day, I'll come back with enough money to support us both. Somewhere beyond the polluted skies of Harding.