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Raven

I was beginning to approach flickering night clubs and restaurant light while continuing to approach the sounds of the nightlife

My foster home has always been packed, the house rules are tough so we hardly ever go out  top it off we we're home schooled by my foster mother she made sure her and her boyfriend are the only ones we made contact with

I hate searching for a place to be it made me seem weak, and I also hate walking on the street stress had taken a toll on me all I had on my mind was just a place to spend the night

"Hey gorgeous". A voice saud behind me- I didn't bother to turn around. This happen often and I prefare not to acknowledge men who think I'm a prostitute

"How much for the night? ". He asked. I speed up my pace but instantly felt a hand grab my hand and spin my around

"I'll like to take you home". He said, he was a tall bald man who smelled like cheap drink and weed

I gaged

"I'm not a prostitute, sorry". I sais trying to get away from him as fast as pissible

"Bullshitting how about one hundred dollars". He said, insistant much

Sure I wasn't a prostitute but even I knew that was a complete scam. Did her really think that low of me or any woman for that matter? 

No woman or man should have sex with a random person and for a measly sum of a hundred dollars piss off

"How about you keep your hundred dollars and leave me alone". I snapped, he grabbed me again

"Playing hard to get I see? ". He pushed me to the wall and I fell hitting a trash can

"Maybe I should keep my money and take you in the trash like the piece of trash you are". He said having a sinister smile

The imaginary disgust me, my fear of getting raped again that is the main reason I ran away

I tried to push him off but he wouldn't budge

"Stop". I yelled trying to break free

"Your gonna get it bitch".  He said and slapped me

I wouldn't succumb I kicked, punched, slapped and what not

"Stay put". He said while unbutton his jeans

"Let her be". A voice said

All I could see is his dark black hair, he's wearing a burgundy beanie and he came closer I noticed his piercing grey eyes

"What are you gonna' do bout it? ". The bald man asked

"This".  The grey eyed boy said longing on the man and beating him uncouncious

"What's your name? ". He asked
"R-R-Raven". He said stuttering
"I'm Asher". He said

I didn't know I'll spend some of the best years, though drugged up of my life

Withdrawal is still tough, I wasn't doing bad at all bit i wasn't doing splended either, I had cravings sometimes I think I'll just cave in maybe even if it something as little as poppers or magic mushrooms, but I remember I had to be a better person

Asher wasnt helping so hence I decideded to stay with Nana for now.

Tatyana has been I'm my thoughts for sometime now, not because of the wrong reasons but the baby she's carrying
I just want her to make the right choice

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