Too Nice

XXXIX. Rage

Aisha
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"Aisha! Get up and get dressed!" Jens' voice boomed from down the hall. Unfortunately for Jen, her voice fell upon deaf ears. Aisha was out cold on her partially deflated air mattress. Staying up all night talking to herself to calm her growling stomach proved to be too much for the teen.

But, holy shit. It was worth it.

It was worth the constant insults she gave herself to fight the hunger. It was worth the lack of sleep. It was worth the crippling starvation. Day by day, she proved that she didn't need her TeeTee to survive. She proved that she was truly strong. Although, she kinda felt bad for not touching most of the food her dear aunt bought her, the look of her bones jutting out from underneath her skin made her feel better. If she wasn't at school or working, Aisha would spend hours upon hours just tracing her bones and basking in the reward that not eating gave her. She was proud of her bones, but there was definitely room for improvement.

Her thighs. She was so close to achieving that perfect gap. The absurd amount of exercises she did daily were working, but not as quickly as she'd hoped. More restrictions to her diet were in order, especially if she wanted to get rid of the loose skin that plagued every inch of her body. Until then, she would just admire her current treasures.

"Aisha!" Jen called one last time before charging into Aisha's room and twisting the nozzle out of the air mattress. Without the nozzle securing the air in the mattress, it rushed out slowly guiding the still sleeping teen to the floor. It wasn't until Aisha felt nails digging into her sore arm that she jolted awake.

"C'mon. Get dressed into something nice and let's go. You're going to make us late."

"Who's going to be late and where are y'all going?" Aisha yawned.

"Kingdom Hall."

With sleep filled eyes, Aisha gave the irritated woman a blank stare. "...I don't know what that is."

"It's where Jehovah Witnesses gather to worship. Now come on. Get dressed. I know you'll enjoy it. Isaiah told me all about how much you liked going to church with your...mom. They are very similar but I think you'll like ours better."

"Yeah. With my mom. To church. Baptist," Aisha said the last few words in a duh tone.

Jen grabbed her belt buckle and gave the starving teen a threatening glare. "Are you getting smart with me?"

"No. I'm just telling you that these are two different religions that worship in two entirely different places."

'What the fuck is the matter with you? Are you trying to get fucked up?'

"No. I'm just done," Aisha mumbled to herself.

Somehow, Jen managed to hear the ghostly whisper. With a menacing look, she drew her belt from the waist of her jeans and stood dangerously close to the now shaking teen. "Excuse me?"

"I SAID I'M DONE!" Aisha roared in the woman's face. Before Aisha could react, the familiar feeling of the leather of Jennifer belt struck her across the face. The teen let out a cry of pain as she staggered back and held onto her swelling eye.

"I don't know how the fuck your mom raised you, but where I come from we treat adults with respect! Don't you ever raise your voice at me again!"

"FUCK YOU!" Aisha roared before tackling the woman outside of her bedroom. They wrestled for a bit but Aisha managed to stay on top. With repeated cries of "I hate you!" and "Die!" the fed-up teen repeatedly struck the woman below her. Her movement alternated between slaps, punches and clawing at Jen's face. Her wild attacks went on for a few moments before all of the fury and adrenaline left her body. Almost immediately, every emotion in her frail body was replaced with fear.

'Look at what your dumb ass has done'

Aisha jumped up, ran into her room before locking the door and pressing all of her weight on it.

'What did you lock it for? You act like she hasn't gotten in before'

It wasn't long before Aisha's room was filled with the sound from Jennifer attempting to knock down the door. All kinds of swears and disrespectful things were shouted at the panicking teen as Jennifer practically hurled herself at the door.

'You dumb bitch. Now you're fucked. You're trapped and nobody can help you'

"SHUT UP!"

'Stupid. Dumb. Fat ass. BITCH'

As one part of her mind uncontrollably insulted her, the other part of Aisha's mind raced to find solutions to escape Jennifer's undying rage. Her bedroom window was not an option. There was a huge thorn covered rose bush that she and her mother planted outside of it years ago. Attempting to jump out would surely lead to more injury and Jen catching her. It didn't matter anyway. Smashing through the bulletproof glass would prove to be impossible without some kind of blunt object.

'Sit down and take the beating you deserve. Nothing you do will save you'

She almost gave in and accepted her fate. Almost. It wasn't until she noticed her phone which had her worn down charger wrapped several times around it.

'Don't you dare'

God, she was selfish. She was pathetic and weak. Was she really going to push the mess she started onto her aunt? Aisha already knew the outcome of this situation. Amari would be in prison, probably the same one as her mother, Destiny. Attempted murder or maybe just plain murder would be her charge. It didn't matter, all of the outcomes lead to her TeeTee going away for a long time.

But of course, she cracked.

The teen frantically brought up her contacts, praying she would notify Amari in time before Jen broke the door down. Pressing on the life saving 10-digit number, her heartbeat increased with each ring as she internally begged for her TeeTee to pick up.

"Hello?"

"T-TeeTee she's going to kill me!" Aisha said with fear and panic in her voice. When the banging on the door intensified, Aisha noticed what Jen was doing. She was breaking the doorknob off. A wave of terror washed over Aisha as she placed her phone in the pocket of her shorts before pressing her 73-pound body against the door. She tried her hardest to explain the situation to her TeeTee, but Jen's shouting easily overpowered her shaky voice. It also didn't help that she was focused on keeping her bedroom door shut.

"What!? Who is!?"

When Aisha tried to respond to the voice in her pocket, Jennifer's voice boomed over her's. "UNLOCK THIS MOTHER-FUCKIN' DOOR! NOW!"

"Jen!"

Aisha's frail body was no match for the force that Jen put against the door. She dug her heels into the floor, desperately trying to keep the insane woman on the other side. But it was too much.

"TEETEE! PLEASE!"

The young teen landed hard on her side. She tried to crawl under her deflated mattress, hoping to shield her already battered body from the beating, but the attack had already begun. With the same leather belt from earlier, Jen beat any visible skin on Aisha. From her face to her feet. No part of her body was safe. Jen didn't have an ounce of mercy in her body as she battered Aisha's already injured arms.

Once Jen started, it was hard to stop. But after what Aisha just did, it would be a while before her beatings would come to an end. Not even the sight of blood would end the pain she was bringing the teen.
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Damn.

I pissed myself off writing this bullshit. Please please please! If you are going through any kind of abuse, tell someone! Aisha isn't even a real person and I felt that shit.

Take care of yourselves, and report what you see. The fact that shit like this is still going on in the world today pisses me right the fuck off. Excuse me for the explicit language but I feel strongly about things like this.

I hope you all enjoy your weekend and have an amazing day.

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