Treasure POV: To my surprise I knew it was only a matter of time that either Alana or one of goons was going to dig their claws into the new boy. Those heifers are honey trappers, all they do is seek the most eligible boys then they lure them in their trap once they are in it’s no going back. I can only imagine what Charmaine did to get Harlem. It’s not my problem all I can do is shake my head, Harlem do not know what he got himself into. I mean he not a bad-looking guy, he looks a lot better than Alana brainless boyfriend who I found out name is Jackson. I can already tell that Alana is attempting to make a claim on Harlem, even though Charmaine have claim as hers. I can already see that this situation is not going end well, this is your typical high school drama. When do anything be normal? High School is like a completion everyone for themselves it either you win or lose. The way I see things is that you have four years to spent here, that enough time to learn people and
Harlem POV: I was sitting at a table in the cafeteria, typing on my phone to Jason, letting him know I miss him. He was telling me how things was at my old school he inform me that Preston no longer attend the school anymore because he got caught in some mess. That his father could not get him out off, Jason told me it had something to do with a girl. According to people they said that Preston either attempt or rape a girl. No one could get the facts right because there so many rumors going around, but in all I’m glad that prick is getting what he deserve I wish I could had been there to see the look on his face. I was still texting, when I heard the sound of someone clearing their throat. I looked up to see three guys wearing letterman jackets and their hair was slick back. If I was to guess they had to be on the football team. I wonder what do they want? From the way they look, they seem like airheads with no brains. I know the type, the popular jocks who have all the girl
Treasure POV: The weekends are boring, that they're nothing to do but sit around and become miserable. What I hate most about being home is bumping into my mother and Dax, that sometimes I wish I was back in juvenile. Those two have no shame of what they do, I remember earlier in the afternoon I went downstairs to get a drink of water. I checked to see if I had any mail, I walk into the living room. The minute I enter I truly regret ever doing it, there was my mother and Dax having sex on the couch butt naked. That all I could do was leave out of the room, I know that me catching them in the act, did not stop them because I could them keeping going. I return to my room and laid in the bed and went to sleep. A few hours later, I woke up and headed back downstairs, when I enter the living room this time no one was there. I was glad for that I went over to the coffee table, notice there was mail on the table. I pick it up going through it till I saw there was a letter for me. I
Butterfly POV: I’m sitting in my room bore out of my mind, ever since the girls was release. I stay to myself not interacting with the other girls in here. The reason was when I first got here, there was this girl name Lindsay who approach me, I thought she wanted to be friends. I soon found out that was it, a few months being here I found out that Lindsay had used me to make her girlfriend Soleil jealous. With that Soleil wanted to fight me for it. After everything that I was through I was not about to show any weakness, towards some pathetic ass bitches who like to cause drama. When Soleil approach me with her girls including Lindsay. I look her in the eyes, to show that I’m not the one to be fuck with. Soleil decided she wanted to slap me, I could feel the string coming from her hit, and soon her girls started laughing at my pain. Little do they know, I saw red, and that when Soleil had her back turn, I grab her hair. that she was leading back, that when I use the free ha
Butterfly POV: Since the rape my life had change, I became silent, when I’m at school I never wanted to take part in any activities. I even alienated myself from my friends, staying to myself all the time. When I get home, I go straight to my room, avoiding Barry. I lock my doors, and barricade it with my dresser, then I close the curtains, sitting on my bed I’m thinking how I lock myself up from the outside world. With these four walls I created my world, a world that was full of fear. In my world Barry is a monster who had no heart, that only brings pain and misery. For a few weeks I was doing good keeping the monster away from me until one afternoon I came out of my room to head to the bathroom. Then suddenly out of nowhere the monster strike grabbing me from behind. This time he took me into my mother room, again I try to fight him off of me, I fail miserably. He got what he wanted and let me go, after that I felt numb that the pain that I once no longer exist. The wors
Treasure POV: I was cleaning the last room when I heard “Treasure” I turn around and seen it was Dale who had call my name.“Yes Dale?”He told me to come to his office when I was done, then he turned around and left. I wonder what it is he wants to see me for? I have been working for him for a few months now. I have been doing my job, never talking about anything that goes on here. It's not my business to tell, these women here are nice, I know that this is there way of making a living for themselves. I never wanted to be the reason for them to be out on the street. Enough with my thoughts I started walking toward Dale office. When I entered, I see Dale sitting at his desk looking over some paper work. I cleared my throat, Dale looked up, our eyes met. “You said you wanted to see me?”“Yes have a seat Treasure” I nodded and sat in front of his desk.“The reason I ask you to come here is that I have big clients coming in tonight. If you want to make extra money, I will need fo
Harlem POV: “Harlem”“Yes Mom?”“Since this is your last year, what are your plans? I know you are going to college.”“I have not thought about it, since we settle here, I just been trying to adapt to the environment.”“I know son, it has not been easy for none of us. To up and move to a small town that I never heard off its hard for me to process it too.”“Its my fault that we are in this predicament, I'm sorry for what I done.”“You have nothing to apologize for, if I was in your shoes, I would have done the same, maybe worst.” I nodded, my mother and I sat in the living room continuing with our conversation. I love my mother because she can relate to the situation. Also, she is easy to talk to. She never voices her opinion until she gets the full story, I was glad that she was on my side with the situation with Preston. Most of all I was happy that she could see through all the bullshit that asshole was doing.“Trust me Harlem, I knew you was not in the wrong to break his nose.
Treasure POV: It’s lunch time, instead of sitting in the cafeteria with the rest of the kids. I went outside and sat under the tree. There I could focus on my plans on leaving after graduation. I don’t have an idea on where to go, I just know I want to get away. Anywhere is better than here, there no reason to stay here to be dealing with the same bullshit that I had to endure growing up. This place leaves painful memories that I want to forget, especially when my father walking out of us when I was ten. I know that my mother was trying to be strong. It was hard for her, being a signal parent and working to make ends meet. It takes a lot out of you, I remember the days that she hit rock bottom. She will be passing out on the couch with a bottle of liquor in her hand. I will always be the person to help pick up the pieces for her. When Dax came around a lot had changed including my mother’s attitude towards me. I remember how she would ignore me and give Dax all her attent