CHAPTER ONE

I'm always alone, broken.

The sky is darkening due to the weather, or maybe it's just copying my mood.

As I walk into a delirium of thoughts I always wonder when I'll be with a real family, with a real meaning in my life.

As if that will happen.

I drag myself to the old wood door and open it.

"What the heck took you so long??!!" A man shouted from the small sitting area.

I stand still, not caring.

"Get your big butt inside here and start cooking!"

The small house had it's usual scent, the scent of beer.

I shiver.

I enter into my room...well I can't call it my room 'cause it's a basement, and place my bag on the floor and head to kitchen.

The stove was so messed up that rats were all over.

I cleaned up the place and started cooking.

After I was done I served him the food.

He ate till satisfaction as I was in my room writing.

I heard footsteps and I hid the book behind my bag.

He came in partly dressed, exposing things that were not meant to be seen.

"What were you doing?"

I kept quiet. I could see that he was drunk.

He grabbed on my hair and dragged me to his room and locked the door.