Awww I know I'm stupid since I have another story I haven't update in a while but I had this one it my Doc Manager for a while and I wanted to publish it. :D

So I was thinking maybe for this story I'll make it a slash! :D My first slash, but you all have to vote. Do you all want a Kogan, Kames, or CarlosxKendall

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Kendall never had the best life but when he is forced to be on the run things turn ugly. He is thrown into a world he never thought possible. Years later he has finally escaped but the scars are there and he is homeless though but he gets taken in by a nice family, the Diamonds, and he slowly falls in love with there son. Though there is one problem he can't talk and it seems like his past is coming back to haunt him

I stood of to the side of the room, the wall hiding me as I watched. My mother's frantic shrieking mixed with the blaring TV. My dad sat on the old dirty couch in front of the small blaring TV just sat there ignoring as she came in.

His attention compleat focused on the the TV his attention never swaying. He was watching one of those old answer the question shows, what was it called, jeopardy. I couldn't think of the title of the show but he could answer just about any question without a problem. My dad was a genius.

"Were is it! It's mine!" My mom screamed as she ran up to my sister clawing at her small shoulders. She pulled her hair long blond hair back trying to smack her in the face.

My sister was a small 15 year old with long messy blond hair that laid always flat with dirt. Her clothes falling apart just as much as mine but a look of determination always filled her making her shine.

"I don't have it!" she yelled back before running in the small dirty room but tripped over the trash that littered the ground. She didn't stop there, she clawed at the ground trying to get up before she got to her but suddenly was up again though she tripped over another empty box that laid n the ground. She struggled to get up but a large weight was put upon her.

The house was never clean the wall and floors were dirty and things never seemed to be in place. It looked like no one descent lived there. Boxes and trash littered the floor, dished in the sink overflowed. None of it clean, pices of unusable things littered the corners of the rooms. It was like living in a dump.

This was my life.

"I need it," she shreaked as she jumped on top of her, her skinny arms clawing at my sisters side frantically. Her hands shoved down her pockets trying to find the money.

She didn't find it.

Bellowing in desperation she looked anywhere she could. Moving her arms frantically in the ground as if she was gong to find it in the dirty ground.

I slowly came out of my hiding spot my arms held out to my side. A roll of bills tightly clutched in my small pale hands. I stood there silently, My expression clear and unreadable

"We need it!" Jane, my sister yelled back. She was crawling under my mom trying to get away from her vice like grip.

"I made it, It's mine!" she growled as she grabbed her shoulders and holding them down to the ground.

My mom suddenly looked up and smiled. She saw me.

She slowly got up and walked in front of me, she was smiling. It was that large smile that she put on when she wanted something, the one I couldn't help but give into.

"Hi sweetie, now give it to mommy," Her smile was big and sweet but crazed.

I frantically shook my head, my blond hair falling in my big green eyes.

Her smile disappeared and she grabbed my hands trying to pry the money away from my hands.

"No give me the money! I made it!" she said in a low menacing tone. I just tried to pull my hands away from her tight grasp.

"I'm hungry mommy, please no!" I felt tears build in my light green eyes. The empty feeling in my stomach coming back.

"You want me to sell my body. Is that what you want me to do baby!" She mocked.

I shook my head my attempts to pull away slowly stopped.

"Don't let her have it," Jane yelled at me from behind my mom but she was stopped by the forceful slap she received from mom. That gave me the chance to finally pull away. The money still safe in the tight grip of my hand.

"Come on sweetheart give the money to mommy" she hoaxed.

I looked up at her once beautiful face. I remember when her face use to shine with energy and light but the drugs slowly took that away from her only leaving a shell of her self.

Now her once shiny platinum hair that use to fall in sheets behind her back now was dirty. It hung limp behind her back because of the grease. Her face sunken, caving in on itself. Large dark circles hung under here glazed green eyes.

She was thin as a stick from not eating anything. She only cared about the drugs she took. They were killing her making her crazy. Her mind only concentrating on that leaving no room for anything else

They were stopping her medication from working. She was schizophrenic, and the cocaine stopped the medication from working making her insane and destructive.

"Give it to mommy," desperation clear in her face, her eyes looking frantically at my hands as if she was about to pounce on my small body.

"But I'm hungry," I told her in a small tiny voice but it was lame attempt. My eyes filled with tears and they spilled down my cheeks but I still took a step closer to her.

Her green eyes digged holes making me take another step closer to her.

"You know I need it," she told me begging with her expression. I took another step standing right in front of her trying to ignore my sister's look of disapproval.

She was smart, she would have never fallen in to any of this but I wasn't smart at all. I have never gone to school, she has though. They forced her to go but she loves school, and has so much for her. Me, I'm dumb I too should go to school but I didn't, I don't belong there.

She stood off to the side her face clouded by anger. I know I shouldn't give her the money, I know we needed it but I wanted it so bad. I know it was stupid and I would regret it later but I couldn't help it.

I wanted it.

So I held out my hand the roll of money held out to her.

My mom took it, a large smile decorated her face reminding me of my old mom before this life. The one were I didn't have to get food from the trash. The one were I had clothes and could change and take showers.

Now I just wore it till I couldn't no more, Clothes hung of my small body but It was enough. I didn't care really I loved my mom.

So I did as she wanted embracing that moment with the smile still on her face. It was stupid, but I couldn't help it.

I was pathetic

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So I'm not sure what I will do with this story. So spoiler alert but I need to for you all to choose, Kendall's mom gets taken away.

So back to the story! What did you all think!

Do you all like the first person? I'm not to use to writing like this but I thought it was pretty good or should I just go back to Humor?

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