The Definition Of A'Liyah Jackson's Life Is Hell. She Get's Bullied Everyday By The One and Only Chresanto August. Her Daddy Died Due to Cancer 3 Years Ago and She's Been Left With The Worst Step-Mothers Of All. What'll Happen If A'Liyah's Life Chan...
I Woke up the next Morning, Putting on my Black T-shirt, Dark Jeans, And Same Black Converse.
I Went In The Kitchen and Poured Me Some Juice. Alicia And Her Boyfriend Got Mad Drunk And High Last Night. Alicia's Boyfriend Disappeared From The Couch. Not Knowing Where He Went, I Ate A Granola Bar and Finished Off My Juice.
"Hey." I Heard A Deep Voice Say.
I Turned Around to See Alicia's Boyfriend With His Shirt Off Leaning Against The Wall.
"You Are Really Beautiful." He Said Coming Closer.
I Didn't Say Anything I Just Grabbed My Backpack and Tried to Walk Away. He Came Closer Trying To Kiss Me.
"I'm Not Gonna' Hurt You."He Winked.
His Breath Reeked Of Hennessy and Cigarillos.
I Yanked My Arm From His Grip and He Looked At Looked at Me Angrily. I Ran Out The Back Door and Ran To School Not Looking Back. I Put In The Combination to My Locker and In My Mirror I Could See All Them Coming. Chresanto, His Girlfriend, Jacob Perez, And Rayan Lopez.
"Woww, You Look Half Decent Today." Amiyah Spoke.
Amiyah Moore Is The Girl Who Hates Me, I Have No Idea Why She Hates Me But.. She Does.
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"Wow, Your Sew-In Changed This Month. It Doesn't Look As Cheap This Time." I Smiled Closing My Locker Door.
She Rolled Her Eyes and Walked Away, Stomping So Hard That Her Hair Bounced. The Bell Rung and The Hallways Were Clear, Before I Knew It I Was Grabbed By The Throat Being Slammed Into A Locker.
"Why You Disrespecting My Girl Huh?"
I Guess Craig Talking To Him Didn't Go So Well.
He Had a Grip On Me So Strong I Could Feel The Print Forming On My Neck. I Gasped For Air and Tried To Fight. After 1 Minute He Stopped and I Fell Down Hitting My Head On Something Hard. Before I Blacked Out Someone Had Punched Chresanto.
-Craig's POV
"You Can't Leave The Girl Alone Can You Chres?!" I Said Throwing A Punch.
"Fuck You Craig! I Never Wanted to Hurt Her This Bad!" He Said Holding His Nose
"You Hurt Her Ever Fucking Day! Don't You Get It?!" I Yelled.
The Nurse Ran Out Her Office And Had Called 911. The Ambulance Came and They Put A'Liyah on The Stretcher, Chres Went Back to Class Before The Principal Found Him. When They Asked Me What Happened I Said That She Had Her Head Badly.
I Got In My Car and Followed The Ambulance. While I Waited In The Waiting Room The Doctor Called Me To Talk About Her Condition.
"She's Going to Be Just Fine. She Had A Very Mild Concussion But We'll Give Her Some Pain Medicine. Do You Know Anything About the Bruises On Her Lower Abdomen and Neck?" He Asked.
"No, No Sir I Have No Idea. But I'll Look Into It."
"Thanks, Also It's Highly Recommended That She Stay Home From School. She Doesn't Need Stress Right Now." He Said Sternly.
"Thank You, Very Much."
I Decided to Stay In Her Room Until She Woke Up I Turned the Tv and And Watched Some Random Lifetime Movie, Don't Judge Me Some Of Them are Good Movies You Know.
-A'Liyah POV
When I Woke Up All I Heard Was Beeping Of A Monitor, I Opened My Eyes and All I Saw Was White. A White Ceiling That Is, I Tried to Sit Up But My Head Was Pounding.
"Hey, Hey Chill..You Got a Bad Concussion Kid." Craig Said Making His Way To My BedSide.
"What Happened." I Said Rubbing my Forehead Lightly.
"You Hit The Back Of Your Head on A Locker, What Do You Remember?"
"Chresanto Choking Me, And Someone Punching Him." I Said Taking One Of The Pills The Doctor Had Left.
"That Was Me, Anyway I Wanted to Talk to You." He Said Sitting On The Side Of My Bed.
"About?" I Said Picking Up The Glass Of Room Temperature Water.
"What Happened To The Left Side Of Your Stomach A'Liyah?" He Said Starring at Me.
I Looked Down and Silently Cried, I Had Told Nobody About My Step-Mom Beating On Me.
"If You Don't Want To Talk About It A-."
"No, It's Time." I Said Cutting Him Off.
"Every Since My Daddy Died, My Step Mother Would Beat On Me. Punch Me, Slap Me, and Other Stuff. She's Always Drunk Or High, Men In And Out Of Our House." I Cried On His Shoulder While He Held Me.
"Why Didn't You Tell Me?" He Whispered.
"I Thought If I Told Anyone I Would Go Into The System Craig It's Just Me And Her!" I Said.
"Go-Go Put On Your Clothes. I'll Sign You Discharge Papers If I Can." He Said.
I Went In The Bathroom Looking at The Medium Sized Purple Bruise On My Side. It Had Something on It That Smelled Like Ointment. I Slipped on My Shirt, Jeans, and Shoes.
I Came Back and Craig Said They Him Sign, We Walked In The Parking Lot Silently. I Got In His Car and We Drove Off, We Got To a Red Light and The Silence Was Finally Broken.
"You're Not Going Back to That House A, I Can't Let You.." He Said Pulling Off In The Opposite Direction Of My House.
"Where Are We Going." I Said A Little Worried.
"A Place Where Your Always Welcome, That's For Sure." He Said Rubbing My Shoulder.
