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POV: Amara Johanne Kaliece Pierre, 17 🇭🇹
I gulp and finally gain my ability to speak again.
"Please." I say. I couldn't say anything else. I have been pushing him off of me and fighting him for the past 45 minutes. Or at least that how long it felt...
Where is Roy..?
"Undress." Zay demanded. His gun was still at my head.
"Huh?" I said. I heard him. I just didn't know what to do.
He hit me his head wit his gun several times. Hard. Very hard. The bathroom started to get darker.
He grabbed me by my neck and said "Take off yo fuckin clothes, you slut."
I started to take off my shirt. Slowly. Hoping that Roy was on his way.
He hits me with his gun again and I start to bleed from my head.
I start sobbing. Loudly. I'm tired of holding it in.
Why is no one hearing any of this.
"Bitch ion need all of that shit, take off yo clo..." Zay got interrupted.
Roy comes in the bathroom, and I'm about to pass out. He hit me so many times. And there's blood all over my neck, and now...it's dripping on my shirt.
He starts beating Zay up. And now they're on the ground.
