★ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍 ★
ғᴇʙᴜʀᴀʀʏ 14ᴛʜ
" can't believe you leave in a few days." nirah said as she sat in the beige colored stool.
" you ah be alright." I said giving her a smile and then glancing at my illuminated phone.
" 9:30 am."
" what you want for breakfast?" she asked standing up and adjusting her plaid colored pajama pants.
" honestly it don't even matter." I said shrugging as I grabbed my phone and held it up to my face." whatever you wanna make."
★ 𝐀𝐉 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 ★
" aye I need that good shit." I said pacing around my medium sized living room; I haven't smoked crack in awhile, and my body detoxed from it but I need it, I can't go any longer without it.
I plopped down on the beige couch, sitting back running my hand over my face.
" 𝑚𝑎𝑚𝑎! " 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑗 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡.
" 𝑑𝑎𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝!" 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑗 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛." 𝑖 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔!"
" 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑜𝑦." ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑑 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑝𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑗 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛, ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑗'𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚.
" 𝑑𝑎𝑑!" 𝑎𝑗 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠, ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ." 𝑖 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑑!"
𝑎𝑗 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑦, 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑑.
" 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜𝑛 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑦." 𝑎𝑗'𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑑 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑗'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑘.
𝑎𝑗 𝑠𝑎𝑡 𝑢𝑝 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑘, 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑖𝑟.
" 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡." 𝑎𝑗 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒.
a lone tear rolled down from my right eye.
" shit crazy." I said wiping the tear that fell with my backhand." I'm fucked up and I know it."
child abuse was something that I experienced when I was younger; I never why it always happened to me and not my sister but I rather for me to get beat on than her.
