Chapter 1
November 1, 1989
Ok, my life officially sucks. My dumbass dad has gotten into trouble so now he decides he has to up and leave our hometown of Nashville, TN. And, I was informed that we would be moving to Detroit.. Great, I wouldn't fit in anywhere. I was about 5'4", white, waist length black hair, green eyes, and a really nasty drug problem. So, I didn't want to move away from my boyfriend, Rodney, the one that gets me the drugs. I didn't want to move away because Rodney is the only one that I can run to when my dad decides to get drunk and start hitting on me.
I was currently at Rodney's house telling him good-bye in our own little way. He had fixed me up some stuff, hopefully to last until he can come and rescue me from Detroit, he would have to save some money up, and then he would come and take me away from everything, and we could be together forever. Like we will be no matter how far away my dad wants to move. Rodney rolled off of me and held me tightly, we kissed for a few minutes and then I looked at the time and told him I had to get dressed.
"Oh I got you something, hopefully to hold you over for a while," he told me while I was getting dressed, we were leaving today.. He got a box out of his closet and set it on the bed and said, "consider it a going away present."
I smiled at him and kissed him and opened the box. "It should last for a while at least until I can make it up there to get you," he said while I stared into the box. There was at least 300 loratabs, and a shit load of meth, and a brand new pipe and several lighters.
"I hope we don't get pulled over," I laughed.
"Well, they won't search you they'll just take your dad to jail, then you'll have to come back," Rodney said. I laughed.
"I'm not that damn lucky," I informed my amazing boyfriend of 2 years.
Ok so, Rodney is 21, and I'm 16, so yes when we got together I was 14, and he was 19 but it's not too far apart.. We love each other and don't give a fuck what anybody else thinks. Rodney is amazing, he has a great personality and a great sense of humor, he has an attitude but I don't like to bring it out, so I'm usually a good girl. He is about 5'9", with black hair, and a lip ring. Really small too, but in a good way..
After our good-byes I started walking home to move. I got to the house and my damn dad had done got everything packed and ready to go.. I got in the car and before I knew it I was backhanded in the mouth with a bleeding lip, "that's for being 10 minutes late." He said short and simple.
I put my headphones on and listened to my music so I wouldn't get bored and dozed off to sleep.
We were going to live in some trailor park, my dad had already made all the arrangements, and everything. The guy had done sent the keys, we had done sent money off for the lights, water, and appliances, and got a phone hooked up. Thankfully so I could call Rodney and he could call me, he already had the number and everything.
My dad didn't really hate me but he just had a short temper. I didn't hate my dad but he did get on my damn nerves, and the hitting was getting a little bit too old. I was going into the unknown going to Detroit and I knew I would be all alone, with no one to run to whenever my dad decided to beat me.
I was going into the unknown and didn't want to!