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"Its all your fault they took my kids," my mama yelled at me as she shook me violently.

Since the kids were now gone; she would no longer be recieving the benfits they helped her with; like foodstamps, taxes and things.

Thats the only reason she was really upset.

"Mama stop, please!" I yelled ss I tried to get out of her grip.

She punched me in my chest and then smacked me across my face, I gasped as I tried to catch my breath.

"Get out my house Dutchess — do not and I mean, DO NOT COME BACK!" She screamed as she stood over me.

I stumbled to my feet and ran to my room to pack the few items I owned.

"HURRY UP!" I heard her yell.

As I was placing stuff in trashbags, I was wiping my tears that fell rapidly down my cheeks.

Blaming me for the kids being put in the system, but totally forgot about how she beat them until they bruised a few days prior and the bruises hadn't fully healed.

The lady who came in the house seen them and immediately called CPS once she noticed the bruising on their bodies — not enough evidence to take me; so she just told me she'd be back for me.

But now here I was packing my bags, hoping one of my friends would let me stay with them.

I pulled out my rose gold, IPhone 7 and texted Lady. I knew she lived with her brother — but maybe they'd have room for me.

𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗆𝖺'𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 — 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖪𝗒𝗂𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍?

A few seconds later, my phone lit up with Lady's reply.

𝗟𝗮𝗱𝘆 🐬🤍
𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 ? 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽𝗒 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁 𝖨'𝗆 𝗈𝗆𝗐.

I loved her message and placed my phone in the back pocket of my dusty gray sweats.

Once I packed everything away in the trash bag, I was ready to go. I didn't have much — so this bag would be the only thing I have with me until I can do better.

I need to get the kids out of the hands of child services — cause they were no better than the shitty parents they're taking away from.

I just remembered the twins crying and I couldn't do anything — my heart broke for them but I promised I would come get them as soon as I could.

I had too, my siblings weren't sitting in a foster home for the rest of their lives. I had three months until I turned 18 and could take legal action and in those three months; I had to hustle like no other.