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I sat hunched over with my thumb up, staring blankly into the night. Car after car drove by, too busy to notice a 16-year-old girl possibly having the worst night of her life. But how were they supposed to know that? My life is as useless to them as much as theirs is to me. I know this, yet I sit here and somehow still hope, hope for any type of kindness. I wonder when I finally stop hopingand praying for things, all it ever does is hurt me. Still sitting there, I wrap my arms around my knees and take my hat in the firstrebellious tear is skate and caressed my Face as ever as follows. Memories from tonight suddenly burst into my mind like a breaking damn. I began to sob and weep. I've been beaten, raped,and much more but for some reason tonight was different. But I didn't want to think about it, so I grabbed my forest green bad and abruptly rose to my feet. Looking both ways before I crossed the street, I headed towards the only place I knew to go. The only place I felt safe and loved, Brendon's house.
CHAPTER ONE
