Chapter 3 The Same Shit Again

But as I was basking in my new surroundings, out of nowhere, a pain assaulted me in the face, forcing me back to reality, my face contorting in a grimace.

A reality in which a boy bullies me for my appearance every day at school.

Even now, I'm lying on the bathroom floor because that boy practically knocked me out.

"Who knew, in two different lives, I'd end up living horrible shit in my childhood?"

I muttered, taking up as much of my mental capacity as I could to process two lifetimes of memories.

In this life, I am Christian Grey, an 8-year-old boy living in poverty, a citizen of Detroit, Michigan, USA.

We are so poor that we used to live in something like a trailer, and since my mother could no longer afford the rent, we got kicked out. Right now, we are in a motel.

But apparently, mother was able to get a loan from the bank to put a roof over our heads, a loan she may be paying for the rest of her life...

I have a mother who doesn't spend much time at home because she has three jobs, but, even though she is not at home, I know she loves me with all her heart, something she doesn't say, but in her tired eyes, I can see a great love for us.

Her name is Eva Grey. She is 179 centimeters tall. A beautiful woman in every aspect, brilliant blue eyes, long straight blonde hair, and beautiful D cup breasts that, along with her big ass and wide waist, gives her a tantalizing look for a virgin like me.

Her body is so beautiful that I'm sure in my old world, men would have drooled over it.

But obviously, this has its problems. Her breasts are a complex for her. In this world, having big breasts is not something well seen. The most common surgeries in this world are not plastic as in mine, but reductive surgeries, removing much of the women's breasts.

In a way, I am thankful that we are poor because if we had the money, I am 100% sure that mom would have removed those beautiful breasts with some surgery.

But it's funny.

In my old world, big breasts were considered an asset of attractiveness. But in this one, it is something far from the ideal aesthetic.

Unfortunately, I don't have much information about why in my head.

Though, if I must take a guess, I would say that the ideal aesthetic is similar to men from my former world, where men with effeminate features were the ideal.

But it really sucks!

What those surgeons do must be a cardinal sin.

Well, this world is already a bit weird in itself.

I also have a father named Brayan Smith, who behaves like a bitch. He spends most of his time doped up on pills or drugs.

The bastard complains about mom all the time, claiming her to be the reason we live in a dump. Damn, the bitch spends half of all the money earned by mom on his fucking drugs, and to top it all off, when he's not doped up, he comes to hit me and my older sister for any reason he can think of. Even if his fucking beatings are just slapping and pulling hair, the mere fact that he does it is something that destroys you emotionally.

The bastard doesn't look bad. He's about 178cm tall, has short black hair, dark brown eyes, has a somewhat sharp but unkempt face, with dark circles under his eyes and pimples ruining a lot of him. He used to be in better condition, but drugs take their toll on everyone.

Just because of his constant complaining, mom was on the verge of collapse more than once, but she put up with it all like a real man... or now I should say like a real woman.

And the worst thing is that she still doesn't know he takes drugs since the bastard does it only when she's not around.

But if all this shit wasn't bad enough, I get bullied by a fat guy at school because he's jealous of me!

How ruthless can these little bastards be?

He literally made me pass out from the blow to the head he gave me and just laughed...

Listening to his laugh as I lost consciousness was annoying as hell.

Best

In my old life, I suffered equal shit, but the bastards had mercy, a few blows, and just that.

But in this life, it's all more difficult...

They hide my books, they hide my backpack, they pour liquids on my seat, they even once threatened to shave my head...

The bastard is already 12 years old, and I'm only 8!

Can't he have some mercy?

What the fuck does he eat at home to be so stupid?

Is it something from the reverse world?

Were women such bitches?

Well, I always heard that women were more vicious, but I never believed it...

Sigh

Where was I?

Oh, yeah.

I was going over my family situation.

Aside from having a mother and father, I have 3 siblings.

That's 2 sisters and a brother, to be precise.

My older sister's name is Ashley Grey, and although she is my dad's daughter, their relationship was weird. Mom got pregnant by my dad when she was 14, and he was 19 at the time, but apparently, he had a daughter with another woman at 14, and they abandoned him with the child.

I don't know whether to laugh or cry with my knowledge of relationships in this world?

Apparently, it's not uncommon for women to leave the child with the father and abandon him.

The famous cigar shopping!

A purchase that takes many fathers away, never to be seen again, or should I say, mothers in this world.

Besides...

What the fuck is going on?

Is it normal to have kids at 14?

14 fucking years old!

Damn!

Just the thought of my mother having me at such a young age makes my blood boil with rage!

In my world, that bastard would have been in jail already!

But...

Shouldn't that bastard be in jail just the same?

As far as I know, there were many cases where a woman was taken to prison for sleeping with minors...

Sigh

I still can't get over the fact that my mother had me when she was 14.

But I suppose, in this world, even though what happened is something rare, my mother would be admired by many women...

Even I would admire a 14-year-old boy who gets a 19-year-old woman pregnant!

Are we that twisted?

Or is it just me being a jerk?

Well, I'll stop rambling.

The point is, even though Ashley is not my real sister, she always loved us as her family, taking care of us, always taking the worst shit without protest.

I honestly don't know how such a good person came out of a bastard like that!? She's just 14, but she started working a year ago in a bodega to help out at home, quitting school in the process.

Something mother reluctantly allowed after an afternoon full of yelling.

Ashley is a beautiful woman. She has medium breasts, I think she would be a size B or maybe a size C, her butt is also somewhat large, and her face is very similar to that bastard, with long brown hair and brown eyes. But in my heart, even though she looks like that bastard, she is one of the most beautiful women alive.

But something bothers me a lot when I think about her...

Apparently, she's on drugs!

She never took it in front of us. She even tried to act naturally to an extent, and my overly intelligent child self couldn't detect, but now I do...

I saw that look of hers many times in the entertainment world. She is falling very badly...

I can even recognize what kind of drugs she's on.

From her sleepy face and droopy eyelids, I know she's on some shit that suppresses the nervous system. If I'm going out on a limb, I'd say something along the lines of alprazolam or even marijuana.

Although I'd honestly prefer it to be the latter, at least it won't kill her from an overdose.

Sigh

I've got to think of something to help her. That shit will make her fall more and more without help. I saw many cases where people who worked with me ended up in hospitals or worse.

But what to do?

Right now, I'm just a kid. Will people take me into account?

Sigh

I'll think about it later.

Apart from my sister Ashley, I have 2 younger siblings, Alan Grey, 7 years old, but in a few months, he should be 8; and Hailey Grey, 6 years old. Both of them are balls of tenderness.

Alan spends his time reading stories about princes saved by princesses... very disturbing shit to me.

While Hailey just spends her time drawing anything she can think of. One time she drew something that looked like a ghost and said it was me.

It's so funny how children can live quietly without caring much about the poverty around them or the evils that society hides.

Alan Grey will be a handsome young man and I don't doubt it. He has the same hair as mom, with brown eyes like the other bastard we call dad, and an oval face with chubby cheeks, cheeks that are constantly squeezed by mom or big sister, something he says bothers him a lot, but his pouting face makes it harder for him. He practically looks like a squirrel!

He's kind of delicate, he usually cries about everything. When I say everything, it's because it's everything.

I have a memory where I took one of his picture books to find out what it was about, and he ended up crying for 3 hours non-stop.

I had handed it to him, but he still didn't stop crying.

He just fell asleep when his energy ran out. I'm sure he would still be crying if it wasn't for that reason.

But I guess it's a normal thing in this culture, I guess...

But the most problematic one is me.

Apparently, I was born with a genetic anomaly. Mom worried about me so much that the moment I was born, she spent all the money she had saved up to take me to different doctors. But no matter how many doctors I visited, no one knew what I had. In the end, mom could only swallow the worry bitterly and pray that nothing serious would affect me.

I am very different from mom and all my siblings. Although I share some of mom's features, all my hair is white; platinum white to be precise. Even my eyebrows and eyelashes are that color. I don't have hair anywhere else, so I can't tell the rest yet.

Can you imagine having white pubic hair?

It would be crazy!

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Chapter edited by: Draky_Vampire.

As I said in the auxiliary chapter warning, this novel will have 5 to 6 weekly chapters, where some of them will be unedited, so glitches are to be expected.

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