The Idol and the Street Kid

A week.

It had been a week and still in Korea.

But my life changed.

Not in a good way.

Mark, he stared beating me.

Not spanking but beating. Bruises covered my arms, sides and there is even one on my cheek.

Nancy?

She isn't doing anything. I don't blame her.

I'm not hers.

Never will be.

But tonight was worse.

He was drunk.

I was on the kitchen floor in a puddle of my own blood. Ribs probably broken.

I pulled myself up and went outside to my hiding spot where my skateboard and bag sat.

I was leaving.

It would be better that way.

Nancy was pregnant.

I wasn't needed.

Time to go back home.

To the streets.

Time to begin the real story.