2019 O.V.O.S SECOND PLACE WINNER ❤️
17 year old Quincy Perez comes from a rough background with an abusive dad, deceased sister and drug addict step-mother. He wanted nothing more than to be saved.
After many failed suicide attempts, he was finall...
This chapter can trigger some readers!!! Just a heads up! ⚠️
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Taelynn
"We straight fire" I smiled as me and Quincy took pictures for my nineties themed party.
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After processing what happened with Kevin a few hours ago, I finally stopped crying and just deleted and blocked his number. I don't want to talk to him right now, and I'm not sure if I ever will. I just couldn't believe he hit me, and as perfect as I thought he was I finally see that he's a monster and although I was going to keep this from my family I just hoped my dad didn't find out because I wouldn't want him to go back to his old ways and I did provoke him as well.
"You aren't going to drink or anything right?" He stood up and asked me as we made our way through the crowd. It was people everywhere and the vibe was crazy. I had been throwing a party for my birthday since freshmen year, my parents were always gone around this time and I had nothing else to do.
"I don't really drink" I admitted.
"Well if you do.. don't take nothing from nobody or leave your cup laying around. I'm not trying to be mean but you're so innocent and dont too much know nothing and you're naive. I just want you to be safe" I didn't even feel some type of way because my parents told me the same thing, in a much nicer way but, the same message and they blamed themselves because they sheltered me growing up.
My mom had two miscarriages before me and once she had me, they wanted to keep me close forever. It was hard for them to let me grow up; and the fact she had two miscarriages after me as well only made them stricter on me. I didn't really know much about boys, and I wouldn't know about sex if it was taught in school. So, I'm not really street smart at all.
"I know, I try" I sighed "Are you drinking?"
"No, I will never touch liquor." He stated quickly as he been practicing that all of his life, I picked up on the discomfort; I knew he said his dad drinks a lot and that's probably why he doesn't want to drink and I respect that.
I've only took a drink once on my sixteenth birthday and I didnt like it at all. I didn't see how my mom and dad enjoys it; but they were pretty funny drunk and we had good times when they were.
Everyone always think I exaggerate on our relationship; or how happy my parents really were but I didn't. I'm not saying they never got into it; or had problems but they were never to the point where they would take it out on me, they were parents before anything and also my best friend's all in one. I knew when to play; and when to be serious. Growing up we were close and even closer now; I wouldn't trade them for the world.
My mom told how she used to get beat on by her previous boyfriend until one day my dad stepped in; her ex used to sell her body and make her do things. She's over it now but, it took her a while and my dad stood by her every step of the way and treated her like she deserved to be treated.
