Chapter Two; Another day of Drug dealers.. Prostitutes and abuse. 'Alexandra Get out of bed!!' My uncle yelled at the top of his lungs, scaring at the bejibous out of me as I dragged my lifeless body out of bed, the only noise was the creek of the rotted wooden floor. I make my way to my once clothes filled closet, and open it. Dragging out about the only pair of jeans I had, and a long baggy t-shirt. I slip them on trying not to irriate my bruses and scrapes. More like bone deep cuts.I slipped on my once white hoody, which was now almost black covered with red marks, you get the picture. I slug down the stairs and into the living room to see Mark drinking the last swig of his beer, and throwing the bottle across the room. The loud smash of glass sending a shiver down my spine. Ofcourse, he was totally wasted as always. He caught a glimpse of me and ran over to only put his harsh fingers around my arm, leaving yet another bruise."We're going out!" He slurred his words drunkly, letting a small drop of spit hit my forhead. I raised my hand to wipe it quickly before I was yanked outside by my arm roughly, Catching an glimpse of all the gangs and drug dealers on my street before I was roughly yanked into his old rusted car. I wanted to ask where we were going but I'd rather not be yelled out once again. He shoved the key in the ignition drunkly, revving the engine once, twice, three times before it even started not bothering to put his seatbelt on before reversing out of the ...
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