43 - First Taste

I had just turned 13, and sure enough, nobody gave a damn. 

Lydia and Roy fucked like rabbits and rarely got dressed, it was disgusting so I hardly ever went home. I started finding abandoned houses to go into, which wasn’t hard. 

You are probably wondering why I call her Lydia, and not mom. Well, she’s not my mom, she hasn’t done a damn thing to deserve that title. 

She keeps me around to get money from the state, and to try and look like a good mom to her parole officer, plain and simple. 

I was starting to get a bit of a reputation around the neighborhood for my boxing skills and I finally had something to look forward to, and a way to channel my anger. 

You might say having my as