Description
This book contains sexual, mental, and physical abuse. Some viewers might find this disturbing, viewer discretion is advised. "No son, I have no problem with sharing my thoughts. I just find it interesting that you live around here is all. What kind of jobs do you parents have?" He questioned with a mock look of curiosity while swirling his wine around in his glass. "Dad what the fuck!" What type of question is that!" Jay exploded. "Jayshun Thompson, I will not tolerate that language." His mother said sternly. I just shook my head and stood up. "I assume you asked these questions because I am black. But my race has nothing to do with where I live and whether or not I am good enough to be with your son. My father is one of the best doctors that ever touched this town. So I'm pretty sure I can afford living here sir." He looked up at me with his green eyes filled with disgust. "Do not allow my son to disgrace this family for your selfish desires to be with him." He spat at me. That stung. It hurted more than ever. "Don't worry I think you have already done that sir." I said trying to hold myself together and I walked out the house. This story is about young teens struggling with the daily life of abuse, racism, abandonment, loneliness, self love and self worth.
Prologue
