Today was horrible.

Everytime you go back there, the rumors get worse. People won’t stop bothering you by talking about you behind your back.

Now you had to go home. you wished that you could go anywhere but there. You couldn’t afford an apartment of your own, nor was you allowed to move out of your parents house because you were just a money bag to them both. They didn’t have jobs, you were the only source of income to them.

You sighed as you got back into your car after the end of your shift, then drove to the area where “your” house was located. It was a shady neighborhood, you couldn’t see why your parents picked this place for their child to live in. Unfortunately, they did. This place reeked of cigarette & throw up smell everywhere, but you got used to it 5 years ago.

It just rained a couple of hours ago, so the bottom of your pants was wet with dirty water. You could hear the splash of the leftover puddles every time someone was walking, making that annoying repeating sound you were sick of already. You were right beside your destination as you saw something in the corner of your eye, you couldn’t make out what it was. You got out of your car to look at it closer, it looked like a child. It looked like it was shaking, with red all over its body.

It had brown hair in a ponytail, its eyes were closed, hard. It had its legs up to its chest. You were confused, distraught. It was a kid! Who the hell would leave their child on the street? You would beat their asses— or try to.