• She was cold, wet, and alone. Running away at 12 wasn't the smartest choice anyone could make but anything was better then getting away from her home life. Of course you really couldn't call your prostitute mother, and rapist step-father a home family. As she ran all she could think about were the nights her mom was passed out and how every Saturday night at 12:15 exactly her bedroom door would creek open and she would here the laughter. Laughter of a 45 year old man who had yellowish teeth and always smelled like beer and cigarettes waiting to pleasure himself to a 12 year old. Well actually it started when she was 10. She just never had a chance to get away until a few weeks ago. ....

    2 years ago

    I love you! I love you to Bridget, hey sweetie mommy will be home late tonight so have aunt Cara stay with you till 12 OK baby? OK mom. Oh and if I'm not home by 12 go home with Cara understand. I understand mom! It was all going well for her, for her mom, and her aunt. Her mom worked at a nice little gas station/convenient store. An on the nights her mother worked late, her aunt Cara would be there to take care of her. that was of course until that day...Ahhh Ahhh (BOOM) Bridget was only 10 when it happened, ( Get on the ground b***h, on the ground) She was upstairs in her room coloring when she herd the noise. Of course she had known her house was being broken into and her Aunt was downstairs being kidnapped! She was scared to death! she had to hide, run, do something so that she would not be taken! she looked around her room, 3 choices the closet. the window, or the corner behind her dresser.She looked around, she knew that the closet is the most obvious place and she didn't want to take the chance of falling out the window, or missing a jump a breaking her legs so corner it was! She hid quiet as a mouse, not even breathing, then her door creaked open. She could see the black boots walking around her room, from underneath the dresser. She herd the voice calling out ," Were are you my little covrona , I won't hurt you, aha" it was a deep voice, you could tell the man was latino and that he smoked. "Chavez, we need to go the cops are down the block , grab the aunt and go! " was the voice of his companion right before Chavez walked out of the room he said ," Hey sweetie, I'll be back my little chica " , When she was for sure they were gone she jumped up and ran down stairs only to find that her aunt Cara's body lay stiff on the floor. She was bloody, and bare. with what looked like cigarette burns on her cheeks and forehead. She ran outside waving her arms at the oncoming police cars! She never imagined it would happen to her but growing up in the ghettos it was bound to happen sometime.

    1 MONTH LATER:

    her mother couldn't get over the loss of her aunt, that's when the failure started. A few weeks after the death of her aunt her mom lost her job and Bridget new she had also lost her mother, maybe not physically yet, but mentally her mom wasn't there anymore and she knew it, all she would do is sleep and take pills, and she didn't look the same, It was like she just quit caring, for herself of for her daughter. That was when her mother decided she needed someone to take care of her . So the next week that's when her mom told her the ay of her birthday her mom told her she was going back to work! It was the only gift she wanted, except when she found out her mothers new so called ,"job" was at the corner of a liquor store with 5 other women barley getting by. This was her life, she was home every night by herself in the same house her aunt had been murdered in and her mother was gone at 6, back at 3 and usually slept till 6 again! so she never saw her mother only sometimes. She was practically raising herself! But one night when Bridget came home she saw someone setting there on her front porch in those baggy over sized pants, gold chain, flat top, and white t undershirt. oh and those expensive high tops! She walked up to the porch and said nothing to the man. But when he opened his mouth it was the same sound as Chavez, worse it was Chavez but he didn't know that he was staring face-to-face with the relative of the of the woman he had murdered a year ago.

    1 year later.

    SO as were catching up with the story no need to include the horrifying details. we'll get to those in part two...