Ijaya | ✔️

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Tws: Abuse

'Money is money'

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Crap I'm late, like really fucking late. I was supposed to be home at 10:00pm and its 2:00am. Don't ask me how I'm this late because all i was doing was dancing in the club with Blair at 9:00 and suddenly the time sped up and here i am, in front of my door, heels in hand and my hair probably a mess from running my hands through it

I suck in a deep breath and twist the doorknob "where the fuck were you?!" My stepbrother immediately up my ass, like usual. "Fucking your best friend" i smile sarcastically

Wrong time Ijaya

His nostrils flare and its quiet for a whole minute, you could've probably heard a pin drop. I knew whatever answer i gave I'd still receive a beating for being four hours late. I'm fucking twenty one and being treated like a kid. Curfew? Yes.

His hand wraps around my throat and his eyes come to level with mine "i wont ask you again Ijaya. Where were you?" I gulp and curse at myself for not telling the truth the first time

"I was at the club" he nods and lets go of my throat

For a minute I actually thought he'd give me the benefit of the doubt and let me go bruise free but that thought was taken when his fist came in contact with my face. I stood there waiting for him to carry on. Which of course he did

He threw me across the room and i landed on our glass table. Actually fuck my life. He walks up to me and pushes me down further, not enough to cut me but enough to inflict pain. Gideon's eyes sparkled in amusement watching my face screw up in pain

He grabbed my hair and pulled me up to my feet, i watch him try to figure out his next move

His foot kicks my stomach making me fall to the ground and he straddles me. His fist continuously hit my face and my vision went blurry

Its okay Ijaya, you'll be fine.

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I quickly check the time 6:00am, i have to go to work a massive company. The boss is always moody but money
is money in the end

I pull the duvet off of my body and get to my feet, firstly i lay an outfit out for the day and then i get into the shower. i do my makeup and dry my hair and then get into a tight mini dress with spaghetti straps

Walking downstairs i stroke diesel. I walk into the kitchen and see Ilaria sat eating her breakfast while scrolling on her phone "why are you up so early?" I question and her attention averts to me "i dont know, i woke up randomly, I've been up for two hours" i nod and kiss her on the cheek

I grab my keys and walk out the door

Only ten hours of work, how nice

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This girl, her name is Kelly Anderson, she tends to get on my nerves. Just everything she does, when she talks, walks and even laughs, everything about her is just... Fake. I dont know if its just me being bitchy but i dont get why everyone seems to enjoy her company. She's pretty much stuck in her teenage years with the way she chats shit about me

"What are you going to cry at your dads grave?" She laughs loudly and my jaw clenches

She has no right to comment about my father, she didn't know him. I keep my calm, walking towards her, a smile creeps its way onto my face as i watch her back up. My hand reaches for a glass bottle

The glass bottle breaks into little pieces after i smashed it over her head. I watch her body fall to the floor and her hands fly to her head.

Little bitch

Within a second im ontop of her, grabbing a handful of her hair while my fist repeatedly collides with her face. My vision blurs as my rage swallows me.

"Beat her ass Ij!" Blair encourages me- she had came to drop off my jacket since it was raining and i was in a little dress.

Feeling my heart thump in my chest as fire shot through my veins completely taking over my actions. With tensed muscles all i thought about was her little sly comment

Heat and anger radiated off of me that no one dared to stop me and my actions

As she kicked and tried getting out from underneath me, her elbow knocked into my nose. I barely realised until blood dropped onto her face

Fucking cunt

Gasps

Papers falling on the floor

Chairs tumbling over

Murmurs echoing

I watch as her skin pales and the crimson stains my knuckles, dress, arms and hair.

She fucking got my dress dirty

Wrong girl Kelly Anderson

Two pairs of arms hook mine and lift me into the air. My chest arose and collapsed as i stared down at the result of my anger tantrum

"Get off me!" I yell as nurses rush over to Kelly

"Calm down!" The security guard- Santiago -demands as he and Diego attempt to drag me away from the messy scene i had created

"No! Let me go." I scream, attempting to free myself of their tight grip by kicking my feet and pulling my arms back and forth

"She's lost it"
"She's gone mental"

I smile proudly as i see people hesitantly making eye contact with me

They try to inject me with a sleeping sedative but Blair smacks it out of their hand and forces their hands off me

It was satisfactory to watch Kelly being wheeled in a hospital bed

After that i went home ate, watched the vampire diaries and then went to sleep

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