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Chapter 6
YASSSSS!!!
my hair stylist screamed as she spun my chair around..
Staring in the mirror at this 26,28 inch weave with bangs I shook it around a little, as I ran my fingers through it I couldn’t help but enjoy this new look and new adventure I was taking on! With my new found attitude I couldn’t help but take a selfie with a caption “BAD BITCH ALERT” chuckling to myself as I pressed enter, I felt like a new person , I felt confident ,I finally felt like I was becoming my own self.
I arranged to pick my belongings up from my mothers house and move them in the motel around a time frame that my step father wasn’t home to avoid confrontation, Arriving at my mothers house was something I always dreaded doing, I knocked on the door with anticipation and excited to finally see my mother alone without her shadow of a husband. To my surprise my stepfather nudges the door peeping his head out …
My heart felt heavy as soon as I seen his face…Why is he here I screamed in my head, the look on my face gave it all away.
“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT BITCH?”
he said while spitting out a sunflower seed grinting his teeth. I pushed the door open and headed for the bedroom that I shared with my 5 younger siblings… as I packed my things he stood there watching me..
“SO WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING ?”
I’m moving out! I’m 22 years old! I’m a legal adult therefore I can do what I want I said as I smacked my lips with my new boosted ego due to my 28 inch weave
As I continued to pack my things I heard the door slam and he stood there with evil glaring from his eyes….
Not today I told myself.. If he hits me one of us is going to die in this room…
As I clinched my fist together awaiting a fight, He walked towards me with his chest boosted out, he had on tan timberland boots with a white tank top and cargo shorts.
He grabbed me by my throat..
SINCE YOU SO GROWN..YOU SHOULDN’T MIND ME GETTING A SAMPLE OF THAT…. He said as he grunted his teeth together
… My mind starting racing, I’ve known this man since I was 6 years old would he really rape me?
He let my neck go as I fell to the ground and gasped for air.. I slowly raised up … He stomped on my face with his timberland boots.. Striking pain shot down my neck. As I laid there trembling. He stared at me in my eyes with an intense look of a killer and said
“GET YOUR SHIT OUT OF MY HOUSE AND NEVER COME BACK YOU STUPID WHORE”.
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