{Warning: mentions of rape}

"MY FAMILY DON'T KNOW THE SHIT I'VE BEEN GOING THROUGH" - PHORA 

I remember last year's events like it was yesterday, it was my friend's birthday party and of course I was drunk. I remember being lured into a room and a guy forcing himself on me-

"(Y/n)! Hello? Are you even paying attention to me?" asked my little sister Monse

"Yeah...No I wasn't sorry."

"Dios mío (my god). You always do shit like that," said Monse doing her angry face.

"I'm sorry Mon. I have a lot on my mind." I said sighing, "you have my full attention now."

~

My life has been going terrible, bad grades, bad friends, bad everything.

~

I walked the halls of my living hell, school. I grabbed my books from my locker when I felt someone's hand. It felt familiar and dirty, I jumped and turned my glance at the person. It was a guy, Jonas Smith.

"Hey! I uh just remembered that you went to Becca's party and you look fine as hell. Can I have your number?" asked Jonas

I had my anger boiled up and I took a swing at Jonas' face causing people to gather around.

I stared in shock and ran out of school.

~

I speeded into my neighborhood when I heard a car being me, I look behind me and it's a cherry red Impala.

"Hey you a'ight?" asked the driver

"Y-yeah, I'm good."

"No, you're not. Your hands bleeding." said the driver stepping out of his car.

It was Cesar's older brother, Oscar, the leader of Los Santos. I never really met him only heard tales about him being scary.

"Oh, you're Oscar, right? I'm Monse's older sister."

"I can clean you up if you want," said Oscar pointing to his car.

I nodded, "Sure, why not."

~

I sat in Oscar's bathroom counter while he grabbed the first aid. He stood in front of my cleaning my bleeding hand.

"So how'd this happen?" asked Oscar

"I punched a guy...He deserved it."

"Damn, you're a bad girl then." winked Oscar

I just met this guy and I was already falling hard for him.

"Nah it's just he rap-never mind," I said clearing my throat.

"He did what?! I can go handle him myself," said Oscar heading for the door.

"W-wait please don't."

"Why? You want that fucking rapist to rape other girls?!" yelled Oscar

I shook my head, "No I don't. He's in football practice, his name is Jonas Smith."

I knew killing someone was wrong but Oscar made me feel that it was okay.