Chapter 2: In Comfort

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Kayla

"KAYLANNA ANSWER ME, WHAT DID YOU DO, WHAT THE DEVIL ARE YOU WEARING?!" Daddy yelled.

"These ain't my clothes sir." I said.

"WHY YOU LET THE DEVIL POSES YOU LIKE THIS, YOU A CHILD, CHILDREN ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO WEAR THAT, THAT!" Daddy yelled.

"STOP YELLING AT HER!" Mama butted in.

"THIS DOES NOT CONCERN YOU, GO!" He said.

"DADDY STOP, YOU KNOW I'D NEVER WEAR SOMETHING LIKE THAT, YOU FORBID ME, SO THEREFORE I WILL OBEY YOU, YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED SO STAY OUT OF IT!" I yelled crying.

I cry when I get frustrated.

"GO TO YOUR ROOM AND TAKE THEM CLOTHES OFF AND PUT ON SOMETHING PRESENTABLE LIKE EARLIER AND DON'T COME OUT UNTIL I CALL YOU FOR DINNER!" He yelled.

"FINE!" I yelled storming off.

I went in my room and locked the door. My phone rung and I answered.

Phone Conversation

"Sí cómo estás" I said.

"I mean hello?" I said.

"You been cryin' Smarties?" A asked.

"My name is Kayla, and I'm ok." I said.

"Ok, you gone to my house or I'm comin' to your house, cuz I'm right round the block." He said.

"Ok, you'll need to come in through my window cuz my parents home." I said rolling my eyes.

"Ight I'll park my car now and walk the rest of the way." He said.

"Ok." I said.

"Ight lil mama I'm coming." He said hanging up.

Phone Conversation Over

I changed into my pastel blue skater skirt and my black long sleeve shirt with my black flats and about 5 minutes later, I heard a knocking at my window. I walked over and opened it.

"Hey beybeh, you sure you ok?" He asked hugging me.

"Y-yes." I said blushing because he called me baby.

"Ready to study?" I asked.

"No." He said sitting on my bed.

"Why?" I asked sitting beside him.

"I don't feel like studying." He said.

I grabbed his book bag and unzipped it, then took out his books.

4 Hours Later

"FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME KAYLANNA, BRING YOUR YELLOW BEHIND OUT THE ROOM!" Daddy yelled.

"I'm sorry Anonymous." I whispered.

"It's cool, you hungry?" He asked.

"Yes." I said.

"Let's go get something to eat." He said.

"Get what?" I asked.

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