uncontrollable

•Chapter 1•

"Anaya! Get down here!"

I groaned and got up out of bed from the computer. I grabbed by headphones and turned on a random playlist. To be honest with you, I was not in the mood for this if it was petty. Which I knew it was.

"What do you want Joshua?" I asked rolling my eyes.

"Pause. Who you catchin an attitude with lil girl? You obviously don't know who I am or what I am capable of. Now go make me a damn sandwich." he replied with a cold stare.

"You called me downstairs just to slap bread together with a peice of meat and mayo in between it?" I asked.

"Yes I did. And if you have a problem with it, I will gladly fix it for you." he replied.

"Boy whatever." I said walking out of the living room to make him the sandwich.

White bread, honey smoked turkey, and whipped mayo. I heated it up in the microwave for 15 seconds. When it finished, I went back in the living room and gave him the sandwich.

"Here." I said placing it in his lap.

"No. Come get this, I didn't want the crust on it." he demanded looking away from the basketball game.

"Really? Just tear it off Josh. Stop acting like you disabled or something. Constantly working my nerves." I responded walking towards the stairs

"You're right, I should tear it off." he said behind me.

I turned around wondering what he meant, because I knew he was paranoid. The next thing I knew, Joshua walked after me and grabbed me by my hair. Then, he dragged me back to the sandwich, which was now on the floor amongst a pile of junk that I would have to clean later.

"How bout I tear it off now? I mean, you told me to tear it off, so I'm gonna do it for you then." he yelled while tugging my hair.

"Stop Joshua! Let go asshole! You're hurting me damn it!" I yelled while swinging at him with balled fists. I got one good hit in his chest, but it was as though I just thumped him.

Then, I tried to pry his hands off of me, but it was as though his grip wasn't moving. He then hit me in the stomach until he felt it was a good time to stop.

All I felt was pure pain. Nothing was stopping this boy.

"You don't disrespect me in my own house. You hear me? You do what I say, when I say it, and how I say it! If I tell you to pick a dead spider up from the ground with your bear hands and put it in the trash, you better do it. Got it?" he yelled tightening his grip on my hair.

"Okay, damn!" I cried out.

Joshua let go of my hair and walked off without another word and went upstairs to our room. You know, it wasn't always like this. Things were way better. It only got worse when I met Joshua. Let me take things back a little further before I met him.

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"Hey, Derion!" I greeted her.

Derion, commonly known as Deri, is my ride or die, the woe I'll run through the 6 with, my best friend. We met in kindergarten, and since then we're inseparable. Derion has dark skin and her hair is natural. Her style is tomboyish in a way, but not where people have to question what she likes, if you know what I mean. She's short, maybe 5'5. She's smart, and chill at the same time. A lil nerdy when she wants to.

"Hey Naya! You hear about Trevion and Monique?" she asked.

"Yes girl. But, have you seen Chres? He owe me some money." I replied looking around.