"Is there a Annabella on there " "Yeah Boss but she aint your type , she is a fat one...." "She is my fucking type i want her ....How much? "25,000 " "ok call him and give him 30,000" " Boss who is she?" I stand in my window once again watching her room. Every night I watch him walk into her room. She is so afraid of him. I watch her fall to the floor. Sometimes I hear her crying after all the lights are out. What could she do so wrong to be beaten so bad? In school, she walks with her head down. Her clothes are old and some are torn. Her beautiful long dark brown hair falls to her waist. Her eyes show the pain. I lay in my bed tossing and turning. I can't get her out of my mind. What can I do for her? As I lay here I drift off to sleep dreaming of the day I would be able to save my curvy goddess. Once again I have done something wrong. I hear him coming down the hall. I stand in the middle of my room because I know he is going to knock me down, I don't want to hit my bed or dresser. He ain't even in the room yet and I am already crying. I look out my window and there he is. I have never spoken to him. As I am told every day I don't deserve to get to talk to anyone. I think now he watches me get beat for enjoyment.