*PUNCH*
Another bruise is added to his face. Hunter (Age 17) has been abused by his foster parents for many years. He was enrolled in modeling for his gift of beauty, but behind the camera, he was beaten every day. "Take that, bitch" His foster mother slaps him across the face, and his foster father burns his arm with a cigarette butt as he falls onto the floor. Although the family was wealthy, Hunter got one meal a day, and slept on a 40 year old mattress stuffed with newspaper.
"Please, Stop!" He yells as his foster mother hits him with the TV remote. "Did we say you could speak?" His foster father growls, stepping on his stomach. When they finally stop, they spit on him and walk into their bedroom, locking the door. The sounds of lovemaking drown out his grunts and cries for help. he can barely move. Coughing and wheezing, he eventually manages to wobble out the front door. "I'm done" He cries, tears streaming down his bloody face.
Still limping, he makes himself over to the top of a bridge. "I'd rather die then go through this life any longer." As he takes a steps off, He remembers his his mother, his father, and his life before they died. Sundays at the park, the sweet juice from watermelon dripping down his neck. his arms are clenched into fists as he nears the ground, he forces his eyes shut, ready for a hard impact, but instead, he gets something different. The impact still hurt, but the pain went away quickly. It wasn't the cold, hard ground. It was something else. Something warm and gentle. Something that smelled like a field of roses. He opened his eyes expecting to see heaven, and he did. But heaven wasn't a place⦠It was a girl.
Lol that's chapter 1, I will make a chapter 2 if I get at least 1 like or comment
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-VioletGalaxies
