Charity's POV:I can't wait to get my sister, I know she misses me me but mostly I miss her. I remember when she was 3 I left to go to school and she wouldn't let me go, she would hold onto my leg bawling and crying. I felt so bad. But she was too young to go to school so I had to leave her. I'm going there tonight, I got let out early so I decided to surprise her tonight. Let me call her.
RINGGGGG.....
"Why isn't she answering?"
She always answers my call. I pack all my stuff and shoved it into my car. Imma just pull up at the house.
Nikaliyah's POV:
He kept banging in and out of me nonstop, my cries were useless, my body was trembling my voice was shaking. I am--- just..... worthless.
"Rob- er-t, stop pl--ea- se."
"Awww look at you begging, you feel so good baby. " He said rubbing my chin and smiling.
"Your- sick!"
He chuckles.
I hear my phone ring, it was probably Charity. I couldn't reach it. I was helpless.
Charity's POV:
I packed all my stuff from the hotel and drove to the house, it took about 30 minutes because I was already in town because I left a day early. When I first told her I was going to college she was scared, we had always been to together, just the two of us. And now I'm leaving her. But I told her why I had to leave, I had to focus on my music, and no matter how bad it hurt her she understood. GOD I can't wait to just hold her in my arms.
Nikaliyah's POV:
It's been over an hour and he was still going, why is he doing this? Why is he raping me? What did I do? Am I such a mess up?
He grip on my wrist hurts, I'm pretty sure it's bleeding by know, the pressure of his penis ripped my virgina wall, no matter how much a scream ,hit, cry, my whimpers were silent, he didn't hear me. It was like I was invisible.
Charity's POV:
I pulled up to my old foster home were Nicky and I stayed together, I still can't believe that I left her here by herself knowing this man isn't any good, never again. I got out of the car and walked up to the steps, just being here send shivers down my spine.
I knocked on the door. No answer.
I knocked on the door. No answer.
I knocked on the door. No answer.
"HELLO?" I screamed.
Still no answer.
I saw that the door was opened, so I entered in quietly.
"Nicky?" I whispered.
Where is she?
I walked up stairs and went into our old room which was now her room, I see her phone and the luggage that was pack, I look around and saw the photo of me and her on the nightstand, it was one when were kids, God I missed her. I looked over to her phone and saw the 20 missed calls from me, I start to worry, where was she?
I walked out of her room and went down the hall.
"Ahhh stop." Nicky screamed.
Is that Nicky?
I ran to the room down the hall, I saw Robert on top of her.
omg Nicky-
Nikaliyah's POV:
"Charity?" I said breathless.
She gave me an intense look, and put one finger to her mouth telling me the shhh. I shaked my head in agreement, she suddenly ran down stairs. I closed my eyes waiting for her to come back.
Charity's POV:
I ran downstairs to the kitchen I opened to draws looking for a sharp object I didn't know why but all I knew was that I had to save her. I finally found a knife, I ran up stairs and into the room.
"Charity?" Robert said in surprise.
"YOU LITTLE BITCH!"
I jumped on top of him (which he was on charity), I started stabbing him in his back repeatedly, he was bleeding like crazy but I didn't care no one messes with my little sister.
"AHHHH CHARITY STOP PLEASE" Nicky cried out.
"NO HE WON'T HURT YOU EVER AGAIN!"
"CHARITY PLEASE YOUR HURTING ME!"
I instantly stop. OMG, did I stab her? I then realized she meant emotionally and mentally. Not physically.
I got off the bed and look at the body laying on top of Nikaliyah. What have I done?
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Dangerously In Love
Romance18 PLUS!!!!!🔞 This story is a fictional story about Michael Jackson and a made up character Nikaliyah Marie. It's about how they both fall in love but everytime there together bad stuff happens. Both artist growing up in difficult childhoods and no...