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Garreth's Life Part 2

Walking down the streets of Kansas City, Garreth comes across the nice looking parts of town. He sits near a store.
"Hey get out of here! We don't like your kind here!" yelled the store owner at Garreth while he was outside.
Garreth then decided to move. He went up to an Italian restaurant before it's closing while only a few employees were throwing trash in the dumpster.
"You all got any food I can eat for free?" said Garreth.
"Yeah, Ronnie give him a breadstick." said the restaurant employee to Ronnie another employee while he was smoking a cigarette throwing out garbage.
Ronnie gave Garreth a breadstick. Garreth ate it.
"Now get lost!" yelled the restaurant employee.
Garreth walked on his way. Soon the streets were getting darker and darker. Garreth fell into the wrong part of the city. He walked into a dimly lit bus stop bench under a street light that was dim and sort of broken. Graffiti was all over the bus stop bench. Suddenly an African American with a blue bandana and his homie approached Garreth. One of them had a switchblade.
"You got any money! Don't be lying to me!" yelled the gang member. The homie grabbed Garreth by his arms and the gang member put his knife near Garreth.
"I oughta cut crackers like you!" said the gang member.
Garreth elbowed the guy holding him down in his groin and ran off successfully. Running further down into the dark streets. He found himself with some drunk teenagers carrying baseball bats.
"We gotta find a homeless man to beat. This will make us go viral on Youtube." said one of the drunk teenagers
"Shit man you right!" said the other teenager.
"Oh look there's one right there!" they said looking at Garreth.
Garreth backed away from the teenagers but one of them was behind him and hit him in the head with a wooden plank. One of the teenagers brought out his phone to film the entire thing. Garreth was about to get pummeled with a baseball bat to death. Sweat was going down his face. Suddenly a girl wearing skimpy clothes yelled out,
"HEY!" she yelled at the group of teenagers. The teenagers looked at her and ran off. Garreth got up.
"You look messed up." she said as she approached Garreth. He looked at her,
"Thanks."
"Let me take you to my apartment."
"Uh-huh." Garreth said.
Garreth was in the kitchen of the apartment with a bandage over his head. The home was rugged looking but still looking clean. It was a small apartment too.
"How'd you afford this?"
"I had some fun with rich men, and I'm just going to leave it at that. Don't tell anyone. My pimp gave me some money to take care of the building."
"Ehhhhhhhhh...." said Garreth looking a bit disgusted.
"Don't worry I'm still a clean and healthy girl... Doctor said so yesterday."
"Now how old are you? I'm having a hard time telling your age but you act sort of young."
"How old are you?" responded Garreth.
"I'm 18, you?" she said.
"17..."
"Now just what in the fuck are you doing out here? You should be in bed now!"

Garreth's life part 1

After 17 grueling lonely years of dealing with his abusive father after his mother died from child birth, Garreth decided it was time to leave. He packed all of his clothes he could and left the house. He did all of this in the middle of the night while his father was sleeping. Garreth knows how cranky he can get with his physical beatings and yelling at him. Garreth picked up a gas can and headed to a gas station near by. He paid the gas station attendant $20 and then filled up the gas tank with diesel gas. Garreth found his grandfather on his mother's side's car still in it's hidden garage, A 1976 Chevy truck that's still pressumed to be in good condition and still runs. All that's need to be done now is the tarp needs to be thrown off and ready to drive. Garreth has no license, but has been practicing driving with his acquaintances while they were drinking to parties and he drove them back home. Cops drove right past him while he was doing this. Garreth dropped out of high school after being forced to by his abusive father to do chores around the house and to find a job to pay for bills. Garreth is still suffering belt whip pain from getting fired from a dishwashing job his father forced him to go to. Garreth breathed and got in the truck. He breathed heavily remembering how his father had a way with words in convincing the cops to make him stay at the house. Garreth also worried about cops during curfew. But then he remembered what one of his friends said about him. "You're tall as shit dude. You look like you're in your 20's not 17. Shit I'd thought you'd be in college by now." and then Garreth breathed heavily, put the keys in the ignition and drove the truck off. Garreth drove as far as the city limits, then the highway, then the state limits, and as far as 3 states before the truck broke down. Turned out the truck needed more work than he thought. Now he's 17 years old and trapped on a bridge to Kansas City. Garreth walked and walked in the cold air with his hoodie over his head, cars passed by honking their horns at him, and even one guy in a car threw a beer can at him and yelled, "GET A JOB YOU BUM!". Garreth knew he was in for a long journey ahead in Kansas City. He hasn't eatten for days and is thirsty. He only had $20 for mowing the grass at someone's lawn while he gave all of his work checks to his father before he was fired. Now Garreth is on his own in the streets.

>>19020996
fuck this shit bros. boomers had it so easy