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Have you ever felt you didn't belong in the world? Thats kinda how i felt before i met the man of my dreams. He made the day worth living. He brought the sun to life. The clouds to life. Hell! The WORLD to life. Fuck it, in my eyes, he was the world. He was nothing i'd ever known before. He had beautiful curly brown locks of gorgeous soft hair, usually hidden underneath a black or navy blue beanie. His tatted left arm from his shoulder to his wrist in beautiful swirls and rivels, the heart on his right wrist, and the heartagram right upon his pelvis bone. The dark rich black eyeliner that danced upon his lazer green eyes. The way he talked was if he came straight from heaven right into my life. He took me away form the thoughts from the past......
The past....I remember the last day I spent with my father. Well...one of the last...


*Flashback!*


Walking into the splintered door of the rundown laundramat I live in. It was dark. Dank. Dripping and oozing with wet sticky water and wastes. The place reeked like bad odor, gin, and laundry detergent! You could practically hear the rats crawling inside the walls and under the place. It was cold and wet. Everything was cold and wet.
Trying to be as quiet as possible, i drop my bags inside the room i call my bedroom.
"Cynthia! Get your fuckin ass in here NOW!"
Jumping at the sound of his terrible, slurred voice...
"Y...yes sir."
Laying on the floor, he looked up with the most evil look of hatred in his eyes. You can tell he'd been drinkin'. Duh. He always drank.
"Where the hell have you been?!?!" he yelled throwing an empty bottle at me. "Once I get up from here your ass is MINE!" he yelled struggling to get up.
Shaking in my shoes, I stepped back a couple steps.
"Dont think you can run away, girl. I know where you been! You been over at that skate park hangin with your fuckin weirdo friends smoking WEEED and shit. Haven't you? HAVEN'T YOU!" I could smell his nasty rotten teeth and the alcohol in his breath.

*Flashback*

You see....I had these couple of guy friends that lived down the road. They were plum ass rich, but didn't act like it. They acted like...well...me. We'd go in the basement and watch movies and smoke pot all day, and skate. One day, one of then guys, Tucker, brought home a show. Called Jackass. We watched it and I fell completely in love. With this guy....he had black floppy hair, the most amazing lips. Kind of long, and tender looking. His smile was perfect. He laugh was even better and he had a tatoo, right on his hip. He was amazing. He always skated and done stupid shit to his friends and parents. I wanted to be jus like him! Well...

Father grabbed me by the shirt he put his face to mine, knocking me from my trance. I held back, furling my nose as he spoke.

"If I EVER catch you doin it again imma....imma...." dropping me, he held his throte, choking. He fell to the ground kicking and screaming. "Cynthia! Cynthia, goddamnet you better not run away from me, I swear after I get done, I'll get up and beat you fuckin ass!" I made no haste to grab my stuff and get away. I had to. This was my chance. With the way he lives, I was sure he wouldn't get up. At the door, I took one more look back,and there he was. Right behind me. Dragging me to the ground, he punched me in the face. "I told you, you weren't getting away! Didn't I? DIDN'T I!" he hit me again, making my head go to one side. Every blow put my brain in a diferent place. Hitting me the last time, he knocked me out...the last thing i could remember was him yelling.
"Damnet, girl, I told you, you wasn't gettin away from me!"

Trying to crawl away I fell right back to the ground.
"Come back here, I'll call the cops on you!!" grabbing for me, he stopped panting like he'd jus ran the 10 mile race. "I'll....get....you...." he stopped, dropping onto his stomach, grabbing his chest where his hearts supposed to be.

Hours later, I awoke. Looking over, father was still out cold. I layed there for a minute thinking about what to do. Looking over once more, I finally realized what I had to do. I have to move to Pennsylvania! Jumping up as if none of this had happened, running and grabbing everything i could possibly take, which wasn't much, and left. Never to return to the horrid place again....so I thought.

********

Next thing I know I woke up to someone poking me. It was day time.
"Hey, lady, are you awake?" said a little kid, having to be about 6 or 7. A little girl, I seen as I opened my eyes fast, then shutting them half way, cause the sun, burnt them, due to the lack of sun before.
"Dont talk to her, she's a hooker!" said an older lady pulling her away from me, i presume to be her mother. Ignoring the rude and yet uncanny comment, I wiped my eyes, looking up. I was in a town. People driving everywhere. People WALKING everywhere. I sat up, brushing the hair, and slobber from my face. Standing up, I could see, stores and little coffee shops and everything. Digging deep inside my pocket I pulled out a twenty dollar bill which to me was $1,000. Shrugging, I walked into the convienance store right next to where I woke up. Looking around their was people in booths and at tables, eating and smoking, and drinkin coffee, staring at me with wide eyes, little kids fighting with their parents cause they wanted candy all stopped to look in shock, and even the skaters and punk rockers, hanging in the corner of the cafe' had to stop headbanging to the loud and obnoxious music in their ears. I walked up to the counter, put down the twenty on the counter..."Pack'a smokes, please?" digging around in my bag, and looking back up, seeing the chick the counter eyeballing me.
"Ummm...please?"
"Yeah....yeah...right away, ma'am, sure." grabbing me two packs taking my money and handing me the change and the two packs or Newports.
"Come...again." she said staring into my eyes. Smiling, at her I threw the stuff in my bag, walking back to the bathroom. What the HELL was she staring at? I thought to myself. Closing the door, looking up at the mirror. Now I KNOW what everyones gawking at. My eyes were both black and swollen, my cheeks were swollen up, my mouth was bleeding, from my nose was dry blood, and my chin was cut really deep, and my makeup was blurred. I DID look like a hooker! One that didn't give exact change, father would say.... But....how did this happen??? Could dad have done this? Looking at myself in the mirror for those two seconds I felt....horrbile. TERRible. For the first time in my life, since I was two...I started to cry. Cry like fuckin baby! Falling into the corner and weeping. Weeping til I fell myself to sleep, into a deep horrible dream....

*Flashback

I was asleep. NOT at all comfortable whatsoever! My bed was two sheets laying on the floor, with my bag full of things, as a pillow. The sheets were blood, puke, and tear stained. They smelt like dead animal, alcohol and piss. And the WORST part about it.....I had to share it with my dad...

At night I would lay awake. Scared to go to sleep at what he'd do to me. At first, anyways. When I was little it was jus little incodents. Like, him touching me, and groping me. He'd always wanna kiss. If I wanted to do anything I had to kiss him or touch him in a place so horrible.
One Night especially was horrible. It was about when I was......ten. I was asleep in my 'bed' and daddy came in. Drunk as EVER!
"Cyn. Daddy's home." he smiled, and evil sick smile, as i opened my eyes. Rolling over, having no idea what was going on, he got on top of me, pinning my arms to the floor.
"Daddy, no! Please!" i screamed to him,starting to cry, realizing whats happening.
"Sssssh, child." he said, quietly, pulling my shorts and panties off.
"Noooooo!!!! You cant!!!!!" I screamed at him more. I knew it shouldn't happen. It wasn't right what daddy did to me. I've been told before. "Get OFF ME YOU STUPID FUCK!" I screamed, trying to push him off me but he held me down. I wasn't nothing for him.
"Its not nice to talk to your daddy like that, Cynthia. If you wanna play with daddy, you've gotta stop being such a BITCH!" his oh-so- innocent tone was leaving his voice.
"I dont want to play with you, you disgusting fat slob of shit." looking at him.
"Shut your FUCKING MOUTH!" Then he slapped me. As hard as he could leaving a red hand mark. "Now..." he said in a nicer tone. "Your going to lay here while I fuck your dirty pussy, you little cunt."
Now, crying so hard i couldn't breath, I jus took it. I couldn't fight him off.
"Scream my name, Cynny-Bun, do it. Scream." he said as he shoved himself in me hard back and forth, again and again.
Not being to help it, I did. It hurt SO bad, i couldn't help it. But everytime I screamed it made him do it even more.
"Now...you know what to do." he says after pulling his self out of me. Choking on my tears, he shoved hisself down my throte..."Suck, bitch, suck!"
Ashamed of myself, I was, but I had too. Lightly closing my mouth around his penis, sucking it, crying hard.
"Use more tongue, come on, right there." guiding his penis to my tongue with his hand. "Aaaaaah, yeah......" he said as there was a banging on the door.
"Hey!!! Open up!!!" came a mans voice.
Looking at me with a look of hatred and disgust he removed hisself, buttoned up, and went for the door!

"HEY LADY!!!"
..................

"Look lady!!! You have to come out of there, we gotta shut down!" came a mans voice from the outside. He'd must have been banging on the door for about 30mintues! Standing up, shaking off, I opened the door. My eyes, meeting his. "Ummm, Im sorry. Its NOT what it looks like..." stepping out beside him, running out the door, and down the street, ignoring the strange, disgusted and jus plain rude looks and hollars I got from people around. Running faster, I caught a glimpse of something in front of me. Not being able to stop I ran right into a telephone pole. Dropping to the ground, blacking out and the only thing I remember was a dog, licking my face.

***

"Hey! Hey! Wake up!"
It was the guy from the store. "Hey, are you okay?" he said, pulling me off the ground. "You look pretty beatin up." he said, looking at my face in total shock.
Still trying to figure out what happened i noticed my skirt pulled up over my waist. Pulling it down, I sat up, looking at the guy.
"You finally got up. Geez ,I've been sitting here for fuckin hours trying to wake you up. Im Dunn." he finally said after a long pause, holding his hand out to me as if waiting for me to shake it or something.
Taking it, I smiled, shaking it. He had blonde facial hair, mustache, beard-ish, and short blonde hiding under a black beanie with the 'CKY' logo on it.
"You...you...you like CKY?" I looked at him, furrowing my eyebrows.
Smiling, he picked up my bag...." Are you kidding me? I LIVE with the drummers brother!"
Stopping I looked at him with a suprised and happy face.
"You...DO? You live with the ONE AND ONLY BAM FUCKIN MARGERA?!?! Your.....omg, your Ryan Dunn!!!! I said looking at him close. I never noticed it. "No fuckin way!!! Omg....your fuckin THE Ryan Dunn!"I was completely shocked and bewildered cause I, Cynthia, talked to the one and ONLY Ryan Dunn. Him and Bam was always one of my favorite teams on Jackass! Whenever I went over to the guys' house, we'd always watch it. They'd always talk shit because they knew my crush for Bam Margera. Now I was jumping around screaming with joy!
Smiling, he started walking with my bag.
"Am I going with you?? What are you doing with my bag???" watching him walk down the street, dumbfounded.
Turning around, he smiled, and stopped.
"On two conditions." he held up two fingers. "One. DONT! try to rape the guys. And two.....dont drink all the beer!" he said, smiling and winking at me.
I smiled in a shyish way.
"You got it!" giggling for the first time in a LONG time!

Have you ever felt you didn't belong in the world? Thats kinda how i felt before i met the man of my dreams. He made the day worth living. He brought the sun to life. The clouds to life. Hell! The WORLD to life. Fuck it, in my eyes, he was the world. He was nothing i'd ever known before. He had beautiful curly brown locks of gorgeous soft hair, usually hidden underneath a black or navy blue beanie. His tatted left arm from his shoulder to his wrist in beautiful swirls and rivels, the heart on his right wrist, and the heartagram right upon his pelvis bone. The dark rich black eyeliner that danced upon his lazer green eyes. The way he talked was if he came straight from heaven right into my life. He took me away form the thoughts from the past......
The past....I remember the last day I spent with my father. Well...one of the last...


*Flashback!*


Walking into the splintered door of the rundown laundramat I live in. It was dark. Dank. Dripping and oozing with wet sticky water and wastes. The place reeked like bad odor, gin, and laundry detergent! You could practically hear the rats crawling inside the walls and under the place. It was cold and wet. Everything was cold and wet.
Trying to be as quiet as possible, i drop my bags inside the room i call my bedroom.
"Cynthia! Get your fuckin ass in here NOW!"
Jumping at the sound of his terrible, slurred voice...
"Y...yes sir."
Laying on the floor, he looked up with the most evil look of hatred in his eyes. You can tell he'd been drinkin'. Duh. He always drank.
"Where the hell have you been?!?!" he yelled throwing an empty bottle at me. "Once I get up from here your ass is MINE!" he yelled struggling to get up.
Shaking in my shoes, I stepped back a couple steps.
"Dont think you can run away, girl. I know where you been! You been over at that skate park hangin with your fuckin weirdo friends smoking WEEED and shit. Haven't you? HAVEN'T YOU!" I could smell his nasty rotten teeth and the alcohol in his breath.

*Flashback*

You see....I had these couple of guy friends that lived down the road. They were plum ass rich, but didn't act like it. They acted like...well...me. We'd go in the basement and watch movies and smoke pot all day, and skate. One day, one of then guys, Tucker, brought home a show. Called Jackass. We watched it and I fell completely in love. With this guy....he had black floppy hair, the most amazing lips. Kind of long, and tender looking. His smile was perfect. He laugh was even better and he had a tatoo, right on his hip. He was amazing. He always skated and done stupid shit to his friends and parents. I wanted to be jus like him! Well...

Father grabbed me by the shirt he put his face to mine, knocking me from my trance. I held back, furling my nose as he spoke.

"If I EVER catch you doin it again imma....imma...." dropping me, he held his throte, choking. He fell to the ground kicking and screaming. "Cynthia! Cynthia, goddamnet you better not run away from me, I swear after I get done, I'll get up and beat you fuckin ass!" I made no haste to grab my stuff and get away. I had to. This was my chance. With the way he lives, I was sure he wouldn't get up. At the door, I took one more look back,and there he was. Right behind me. Dragging me to the ground, he punched me in the face. "I told you, you weren't getting away! Didn't I? DIDN'T I!" he hit me again, making my head go to one side. Every blow put my brain in a diferent place. Hitting me the last time, he knocked me out...the last thing i could remember was him yelling.
"Damnet, girl, I told you, you wasn't gettin away from me!"

Trying to crawl away I fell right back to the ground.
"Come back here, I'll call the cops on you!!" grabbing for me, he stopped panting like he'd jus ran the 10 mile race. "I'll....get....you...." he stopped, dropping onto his stomach, grabbing his chest where his hearts supposed to be.

Hours later, I awoke. Looking over, father was still out cold. I layed there for a minute thinking about what to do. Looking over once more, I finally realized what I had to do. I have to move to Pennsylvania! Jumping up as if none of this had happened, running and grabbing everything i could possibly take, which wasn't much, and left. Never to return to the horrid place again....so I thought.

********

Next thing I know I woke up to someone poking me. It was day time.
"Hey, lady, are you awake?" said a little kid, having to be about 6 or 7. A little girl, I seen as I opened my eyes fast, then shutting them half way, cause the sun, burnt them, due to the lack of sun before.
"Dont talk to her, she's a hooker!" said an older lady pulling her away from me, i presume to be her mother. Ignoring the rude and yet uncanny comment, I wiped my eyes, looking up. I was in a town. People driving everywhere. People WALKING everywhere. I sat up, brushing the hair, and slobber from my face. Standing up, I could see, stores and little coffee shops and everything. Digging deep inside my pocket I pulled out a twenty dollar bill which to me was $1,000. Shrugging, I walked into the convienance store right next to where I woke up. Looking around their was people in booths and at tables, eating and smoking, and drinkin coffee, staring at me with wide eyes, little kids fighting with their parents cause they wanted candy all stopped to look in shock, and even the skaters and punk rockers, hanging in the corner of the cafe' had to stop headbanging to the loud and obnoxious music in their ears. I walked up to the counter, put down the twenty on the counter..."Pack'a smokes, please?" digging around in my bag, and looking back up, seeing the chick the counter eyeballing me.
"Ummm...please?"
"Yeah....yeah...right away, ma'am, sure." grabbing me two packs taking my money and handing me the change and the two packs or Newports.
"Come...again." she said staring into my eyes. Smiling, at her I threw the stuff in my bag, walking back to the bathroom. What the HELL was she staring at? I thought to myself. Closing the door, looking up at the mirror. Now I KNOW what everyones gawking at. My eyes were both black and swollen, my cheeks were swollen up, my mouth was bleeding, from my nose was dry blood, and my chin was cut really deep, and my makeup was blurred. I DID look like a hooker! One that didn't give exact change, father would say.... But....how did this happen??? Could dad have done this? Looking at myself in the mirror for those two seconds I felt....horrbile. TERRible. For the first time in my life, since I was two...I started to cry. Cry like fuckin baby! Falling into the corner and weeping. Weeping til I fell myself to sleep, into a deep horrible dream....

*Flashback

I was asleep. NOT at all comfortable whatsoever! My bed was two sheets laying on the floor, with my bag full of things, as a pillow. The sheets were blood, puke, and tear stained. They smelt like dead animal, alcohol and piss. And the WORST part about it.....I had to share it with my dad...

At night I would lay awake. Scared to go to sleep at what he'd do to me. At first, anyways. When I was little it was jus little incodents. Like, him touching me, and groping me. He'd always wanna kiss. If I wanted to do anything I had to kiss him or touch him in a place so horrible.
One Night especially was horrible. It was about when I was......ten. I was asleep in my 'bed' and daddy came in. Drunk as EVER!
"Cyn. Daddy's home." he smiled, and evil sick smile, as i opened my eyes. Rolling over, having no idea what was going on, he got on top of me, pinning my arms to the floor.
"Daddy, no! Please!" i screamed to him,starting to cry, realizing whats happening.
"Sssssh, child." he said, quietly, pulling my shorts and panties off.
"Noooooo!!!! You cant!!!!!" I screamed at him more. I knew it shouldn't happen. It wasn't right what daddy did to me. I've been told before. "Get OFF ME YOU STUPID FUCK!" I screamed, trying to push him off me but he held me down. I wasn't nothing for him.
"Its not nice to talk to your daddy like that, Cynthia. If you wanna play with daddy, you've gotta stop being such a BITCH!" his oh-so- innocent tone was leaving his voice.
"I dont want to play with you, you disgusting fat slob of shit." looking at him.
"Shut your FUCKING MOUTH!" Then he slapped me. As hard as he could leaving a red hand mark. "Now..." he said in a nicer tone. "Your going to lay here while I fuck your dirty pussy, you little cunt."
Now, crying so hard i couldn't breath, I jus took it. I couldn't fight him off.
"Scream my name, Cynny-Bun, do it. Scream." he said as he shoved himself in me hard back and forth, again and again.
Not being to help it, I did. It hurt SO bad, i couldn't help it. But everytime I screamed it made him do it even more.
"Now...you know what to do." he says after pulling his self out of me. Choking on my tears, he shoved hisself down my throte..."Suck, bitch, suck!"
Ashamed of myself, I was, but I had too. Lightly closing my mouth around his penis, sucking it, crying hard.
"Use more tongue, come on, right there." guiding his penis to my tongue with his hand. "Aaaaaah, yeah......" he said as there was a banging on the door.
"Hey!!! Open up!!!" came a mans voice.
Looking at me with a look of hatred and disgust he removed hisself, buttoned up, and went for the door!

"HEY LADY!!!"
..................

"Look lady!!! You have to come out of there, we gotta shut down!" came a mans voice from the outside. He'd must have been banging on the door for about 30mintues! Standing up, shaking off, I opened the door. My eyes, meeting his. "Ummm, Im sorry. Its NOT what it looks like..." stepping out beside him, running out the door, and down the street, ignoring the strange, disgusted and jus plain rude looks and hollars I got from people around. Running faster, I caught a glimpse of something in front of me. Not being able to stop I ran right into a telephone pole. Dropping to the ground, blacking out and the only thing I remember was a dog, licking my face.

***

"Hey! Hey! Wake up!"
It was the guy from the store. "Hey, are you okay?" he said, pulling me off the ground. "You look pretty beatin up." he said, looking at my face in total shock.
Still trying to figure out what happened i noticed my skirt pulled up over my waist. Pulling it down, I sat up, looking at the guy.
"You finally got up. Geez ,I've been sitting here for fuckin hours trying to wake you up. Im Dunn." he finally said after a long pause, holding his hand out to me as if waiting for me to shake it or something.
Taking it, I smiled, shaking it. He had blonde facial hair, mustache, beard-ish, and short blonde hiding under a black beanie with the 'CKY' logo on it.
"You...you...you like CKY?" I looked at him, furrowing my eyebrows.
Smiling, he picked up my bag...." Are you kidding me? I LIVE with the drummers brother!"
Stopping I looked at him with a suprised and happy face.
"You...DO? You live with the ONE AND ONLY BAM FUCKIN MARGERA?!?! Your.....omg, your Ryan Dunn!!!! I said looking at him close. I never noticed it. "No fuckin way!!! Omg....your fuckin THE Ryan Dunn!"I was completely shocked and bewildered cause I, Cynthia, talked to the one and ONLY Ryan Dunn. Him and Bam was always one of my favorite teams on Jackass! Whenever I went over to the guys' house, we'd always watch it. They'd always talk shit because they knew my crush for Bam Margera. Now I was jumping around screaming with joy!
Smiling, he started walking with my bag.
"Am I going with you?? What are you doing with my bag???" watching him walk down the street, dumbfounded.
Turning around, he smiled, and stopped.
"On two conditions." he held up two fingers. "One. DONT! try to rape the guys. And two.....dont drink all the beer!" he said, smiling and winking at me.
I smiled in a shyish way.
"You got it!" giggling for the first time in a LONG time!

Have you ever felt you didn't belong in the world? Thats kinda how i felt before i met the man of my dreams. He made the day worth living. He brought the sun to life. The clouds to life. Hell! The WORLD to life. Fuck it, in my eyes, he was the world. He was nothing i'd ever known before. He had beautiful curly brown locks of gorgeous soft hair, usually hidden underneath a black or navy blue beanie. His tatted left arm from his shoulder to his wrist in beautiful swirls and rivels, the heart on his right wrist, and the heartagram right upon his pelvis bone. The dark rich black eyeliner that danced upon his lazer green eyes. The way he talked was if he came straight from heaven right into my life. He took me away form the thoughts from the past......
The past....I remember the last day I spent with my father. Well...one of the last...


*Flashback!*


Walking into the splintered door of the rundown laundramat I live in. It was dark. Dank. Dripping and oozing with wet sticky water and wastes. The place reeked like bad odor, gin, and laundry detergent! You could practically hear the rats crawling inside the walls and under the place. It was cold and wet. Everything was cold and wet.
Trying to be as quiet as possible, i drop my bags inside the room i call my bedroom.
"Cynthia! Get your fuckin ass in here NOW!"
Jumping at the sound of his terrible, slurred voice...
"Y...yes sir."
Laying on the floor, he looked up with the most evil look of hatred in his eyes. You can tell he'd been drinkin'. Duh. He always drank.
"Where the hell have you been?!?!" he yelled throwing an empty bottle at me. "Once I get up from here your ass is MINE!" he yelled struggling to get up.
Shaking in my shoes, I stepped back a couple steps.
"Dont think you can run away, girl. I know where you been! You been over at that skate park hangin with your fuckin weirdo friends smoking WEEED and shit. Haven't you? HAVEN'T YOU!" I could smell his nasty rotten teeth and the alcohol in his breath.

*Flashback*

You see....I had these couple of guy friends that lived down the road. They were plum ass rich, but didn't act like it. They acted like...well...me. We'd go in the basement and watch movies and smoke pot all day, and skate. One day, one of then guys, Tucker, brought home a show. Called Jackass. We watched it and I fell completely in love. With this guy....he had black floppy hair, the most amazing lips. Kind of long, and tender looking. His smile was perfect. He laugh was even better and he had a tatoo, right on his hip. He was amazing. He always skated and done stupid shit to his friends and parents. I wanted to be jus like him! Well...

Father grabbed me by the shirt he put his face to mine, knocking me from my trance. I held back, furling my nose as he spoke.

"If I EVER catch you doin it again imma....imma...." dropping me, he held his throte, choking. He fell to the ground kicking and screaming. "Cynthia! Cynthia, goddamnet you better not run away from me, I swear after I get done, I'll get up and beat you fuckin ass!" I made no haste to grab my stuff and get away. I had to. This was my chance. With the way he lives, I was sure he wouldn't get up. At the door, I took one more look back,and there he was. Right behind me. Dragging me to the ground, he punched me in the face. "I told you, you weren't getting away! Didn't I? DIDN'T I!" he hit me again, making my head go to one side. Every blow put my brain in a diferent place. Hitting me the last time, he knocked me out...the last thing i could remember was him yelling.
"Damnet, girl, I told you, you wasn't gettin away from me!"

Trying to crawl away I fell right back to the ground.
"Come back here, I'll call the cops on you!!" grabbing for me, he stopped panting like he'd jus ran the 10 mile race. "I'll....get....you...." he stopped, dropping onto his stomach, grabbing his chest where his hearts supposed to be.

Hours later, I awoke. Looking over, father was still out cold. I layed there for a minute thinking about what to do. Looking over once more, I finally realized what I had to do. I have to move to Pennsylvania! Jumping up as if none of this had happened, running and grabbing everything i could possibly take, which wasn't much, and left. Never to return to the horrid place again....so I thought.

********

Next thing I know I woke up to someone poking me. It was day time.
"Hey, lady, are you awake?" said a little kid, having to be about 6 or 7. A little girl, I seen as I opened my eyes fast, then shutting them half way, cause the sun, burnt them, due to the lack of sun before.
"Dont talk to her, she's a hooker!" said an older lady pulling her away from me, i presume to be her mother. Ignoring the rude and yet uncanny comment, I wiped my eyes, looking up. I was in a town. People driving everywhere. People WALKING everywhere. I sat up, brushing the hair, and slobber from my face. Standing up, I could see, stores and little coffee shops and everything. Digging deep inside my pocket I pulled out a twenty dollar bill which to me was $1,000. Shrugging, I walked into the convienance store right next to where I woke up. Looking around their was people in booths and at tables, eating and smoking, and drinkin coffee, staring at me with wide eyes, little kids fighting with their parents cause they wanted candy all stopped to look in shock, and even the skaters and punk rockers, hanging in the corner of the cafe' had to stop headbanging to the loud and obnoxious music in their ears. I walked up to the counter, put down the twenty on the counter..."Pack'a smokes, please?" digging around in my bag, and looking back up, seeing the chick the counter eyeballing me.
"Ummm...please?"
"Yeah....yeah...right away, ma'am, sure." grabbing me two packs taking my money and handing me the change and the two packs or Newports.
"Come...again." she said staring into my eyes. Smiling, at her I threw the stuff in my bag, walking back to the bathroom. What the HELL was she staring at? I thought to myself. Closing the door, looking up at the mirror. Now I KNOW what everyones gawking at. My eyes were both black and swollen, my cheeks were swollen up, my mouth was bleeding, from my nose was dry blood, and my chin was cut really deep, and my makeup was blurred. I DID look like a hooker! One that didn't give exact change, father would say.... But....how did this happen??? Could dad have done this? Looking at myself in the mirror for those two seconds I felt....horrbile. TERRible. For the first time in my life, since I was two...I started to cry. Cry like fuckin baby! Falling into the corner and weeping. Weeping til I fell myself to sleep, into a deep horrible dream....

*Flashback

I was asleep. NOT at all comfortable whatsoever! My bed was two sheets laying on the floor, with my bag full of things, as a pillow. The sheets were blood, puke, and tear stained. They smelt like dead animal, alcohol and piss. And the WORST part about it.....I had to share it with my dad...

At night I would lay awake. Scared to go to sleep at what he'd do to me. At first, anyways. When I was little it was jus little incodents. Like, him touching me, and groping me. He'd always wanna kiss. If I wanted to do anything I had to kiss him or touch him in a place so horrible.
One Night especially was horrible. It was about when I was......ten. I was asleep in my 'bed' and daddy came in. Drunk as EVER!
"Cyn. Daddy's home." he smiled, and evil sick smile, as i opened my eyes. Rolling over, having no idea what was going on, he got on top of me, pinning my arms to the floor.
"Daddy, no! Please!" i screamed to him,starting to cry, realizing whats happening.
"Sssssh, child." he said, quietly, pulling my shorts and panties off.
"Noooooo!!!! You cant!!!!!" I screamed at him more. I knew it shouldn't happen. It wasn't right what daddy did to me. I've been told before. "Get OFF ME YOU STUPID FUCK!" I screamed, trying to push him off me but he held me down. I wasn't nothing for him.
"Its not nice to talk to your daddy like that, Cynthia. If you wanna play with daddy, you've gotta stop being such a BITCH!" his oh-so- innocent tone was leaving his voice.
"I dont want to play with you, you disgusting fat slob of shit." looking at him.
"Shut your FUCKING MOUTH!" Then he slapped me. As hard as he could leaving a red hand mark. "Now..." he said in a nicer tone. "Your going to lay here while I fuck your dirty pussy, you little cunt."
Now, crying so hard i couldn't breath, I jus took it. I couldn't fight him off.
"Scream my name, Cynny-Bun, do it. Scream." he said as he shoved himself in me hard back and forth, again and again.
Not being to help it, I did. It hurt SO bad, i couldn't help it. But everytime I screamed it made him do it even more.
"Now...you know what to do." he says after pulling his self out of me. Choking on my tears, he shoved hisself down my throte..."Suck, bitch, suck!"
Ashamed of myself, I was, but I had too. Lightly closing my mouth around his penis, sucking it, crying hard.
"Use more tongue, come on, right there." guiding his penis to my tongue with his hand. "Aaaaaah, yeah......" he said as there was a banging on the door.
"Hey!!! Open up!!!" came a mans voice.
Looking at me with a look of hatred and disgust he removed hisself, buttoned up, and went for the door!

"HEY LADY!!!"
..................

"Look lady!!! You have to come out of there, we gotta shut down!" came a mans voice from the outside. He'd must have been banging on the door for about 30mintues! Standing up, shaking off, I opened the door. My eyes, meeting his. "Ummm, Im sorry. Its NOT what it looks like..." stepping out beside him, running out the door, and down the street, ignoring the strange, disgusted and jus plain rude looks and hollars I got from people around. Running faster, I caught a glimpse of something in front of me. Not being able to stop I ran right into a telephone pole. Dropping to the ground, blacking out and the only thing I remember was a dog, licking my face.

***

"Hey! Hey! Wake up!"
It was the guy from the store. "Hey, are you okay?" he said, pulling me off the ground. "You look pretty beatin up." he said, looking at my face in total shock.
Still trying to figure out what happened i noticed my skirt pulled up over my waist. Pulling it down, I sat up, looking at the guy.
"You finally got up. Geez ,I've been sitting here for fuckin hours trying to wake you up. Im Dunn." he finally said after a long pause, holding his hand out to me as if waiting for me to shake it or something.
Taking it, I smiled, shaking it. He had blonde facial hair, mustache, beard-ish, and short blonde hiding under a black beanie with the 'CKY' logo on it.
"You...you...you like CKY?" I looked at him, furrowing my eyebrows.
Smiling, he picked up my bag...." Are you kidding me? I LIVE with the drummers brother!"
Stopping I looked at him with a suprised and happy face.
"You...DO? You live with the ONE AND ONLY BAM FUCKIN MARGERA?!?! Your.....omg, your Ryan Dunn!!!! I said looking at him close. I never noticed it. "No fuckin way!!! Omg....your fuckin THE Ryan Dunn!"I was completely shocked and bewildered cause I, Cynthia, talked to the one and ONLY Ryan Dunn. Him and Bam was always one of my favorite teams on Jackass! Whenever I went over to the guys' house, we'd always watch it. They'd always talk shit because they knew my crush for Bam Margera. Now I was jumping around screaming with joy!
Smiling, he started walking with my bag.
"Am I going with you?? What are you doing with my bag???" watching him walk down the street, dumbfounded.
Turning around, he smiled, and stopped.
"On two conditions." he held up two fingers. "One. DONT! try to rape the guys. And two.....dont drink all the beer!" he said, smiling and winking at me.
I smiled in a shyish way.
"You got it!" giggling for the first time in a LONG time!