Chapter 3.

get your ass up and get these dishes cleaned." Cyn heard Debra yell.

She took the pillow and put it over her head clutching it tightly.

"I said get fucking up girl." She said walking into Cyns room and yanked the pillow off Cyn's head standing over her as she rubbed her eyes.

"I'm coming." Cyn groaned.

"Get up in here cleaned by time as I get back from work." She said.

Cyn rolled her eyes getting out of bed before flatly placing both of her feet on the floor. She got out of her little room and walked to the bathroom to freshen up.

"Cyn!" She heard her aunt yell.

"What?"

"Get my damn kitchen cleaned!" She rolled her eyes and went to the kitchen where there was dishes pilled up on each other, mind you Cyn don't eat nothing here and shes barely at home; but this was what Debra did. They used her.

She rolled up her sleeves and started to clean the dishes, she cleaned every square inch of the kitchen and was about to get ready for work since it was almost time and she really wasn't for Reena's mood swings' today.

"Where you headed?" Wendell asked.

"To work." She said bluntly.

"Where your aunt?" He asked Cyn looking her up and down.

"She already left now if you'll excuse me." She tried to push past him but he gripped her arm.

"Let me go." She told him.

"You gone tend to me first." He gripped her hair and pushed her on the couch and began to unbuckle his pants.

Cyn used the opportunity to kick him in his balls and she got up off the ripped up couch and tried to run to the door, she felt her hair being tugged on as he gripped her by her throat and bit her on her ear.

He pushed her on the couch once again and this time he got to the point where she felt her short being pulled down. She pushed her hand in his face to push him off but it wasn't helping.

She squealed and squirmed trying to get up but it was no use, to fact that this wasn't the first time that he' tried this, she was second thinkin' that maybe she should just let it happen. But she remembered her being the thirteen year old virgin with no self esteem what so ever and it instantly made her wanna fuck him up.

Wendell planted his face in the crook of Cyn's neck as she felt his tongue gliding up the side of her face. She cringe in disgust and squeezed her eyes tightly.

"Get the fuck off of me!" Cyn yelled trying to pry his drunk ashy body off of her, she spat in his face only to feel his fist connect with hers. It was all a blur and Cyn was seeing two of everything, she felt her pants being pulled down as she tried to gasped for air.....

She blew, she was tired, she was exhausted. Was the fight worth it?

The metallic taste filled her mouth as she was still trying to push Wendell off of her, she screamed louder than before and his hand clasp over her mouth, she promised herself that she wasn't gonna find herself in another situation like this and meant what she said, Cyn parted her mouth and bit Wendell in the palm of his hand and kicked him off of her. She heard the table crash so she knew that he was down. Cyn got up off the couch and ran down the hall as she heard Wendell following closely behind. She ran straight towards the bathroom door and slammed it shut locking it behind her.

"Open up this fuckin' door!" Cyn heard him yell on the other side as he pounded on the door. She faced the door hoping that he wouldn't break it down and started taking light steps back. She was fed up with this shit, she was mainly tired of not having a say on what goes down in her life.

"I said open up the door bitch!" He yelled again. With each hit he made on the door Cyn's heart felt as if it was gonna jump out of her chest, a feeling came as if it was fear, but she refused to let it take over. Eventually the knocks stopped, but it didn't confirm that Wendell had left and she wasn't opening the door.

Cyn slowly turned towards the bathroom mirror and stared at herself. Seeing that she had a busted lip. She touched it and it didn't hurt at all; it was just there. There was a cut above her left brow and a scratch on her cheek, 'a little makeup was gone cover this shit up' Cyn thought at the moment. She walked over to the tub and turned it on letting the hot water run.

She heard the little iron door slam and Cyn knew that he had left, she then grabbed the wet cloth and went into the tub and sat down in the hot water relaxing a bit.

She closed her eyes and leaned back in the tub. Cyn hope the pain would just go away for good, she wanted to be left alone and there was sometimes she just wished someone could've just held her and be there for her.

'Daddy left, mama left no one cared enough to stay and no one cares to fight for me so why should I even live or be here right now. I just want to end it all, I didn't care if I'd go to hell I'm sure it'd be better than here', this always played on Cyn's mind.

She was sick and tired of being treated like this and she just want to give up right now. It wasn't like nobody was gone care, when you've been through so much shit there's nothing really to do but to endure.

Her aunt...

She's just as bad and she knows what goes on, she just refuses to believe it all cause she was afraid that Wendell toothless ass was gone leave her sorry ass, and believe it or not she was gone get hers, karma was real; Debra knew this.

She was just also a lost broken soul, but instead of stopping it from becoming contagious, she wanted to drag every being down that path with her.

Cyn gasped for breath realizing that she was now under water, figuring she had wasted too much time on shit that's not gone happen, she got out of the tub and grabbed a big towel drying off her aching body.

She walked to her room and got some clothes to put on which was consisted of a gray hoodie and some denim skinny jeans. She went under the bed and got her supposed to be white chucks, but time was told all over them.

Cyn went in her drawer and felt for the stash of money that she had taped on under it to make sure it was still there. Cyn had plans, and she was gonna be sure that what was ought to happen; was gone happen.

Finishing up, she took one more glance at the mirror and she was surely not pleased. Her lip was busted and her right eye was red due to the broken vessels, it was all just a big ass mess.

'Fuck it..' She didn't care much anymore.

the hell happened to you?" Reena asked as Cyn shook her head.

"It doesn't matter. Can I just get my float?" Cyn asked asked.

"What happened Cyn?" She sighed and turned to her.

"Nothing, I was walking out of my building and I tripped and fell onna' steps , now can I please get a damn float." Cyn demanded.

She didn't bother to ask any more questions, instead she just shook her head and went to the back. She came back with the float in her hand and gave it to Cyn. It was no secret that Reena was concerned.

"I'm tired of seeing you like this Cyn." She said with an apologetic look.

"I said it was n-"

"Two years, two god damn years you were working here and what? You tripped every other week." She shook her head and walked away.

"Maybe..." Cyn said lookin' at her with a raised brow.

This is Cyn's life and how ever she lived it, was how she lived it. She'd ask God every now and then why he'd do this to her, then one day she stopped, 'cause to her knowledge he don't exist.