Alana Grey Is A 24 Year Old Beauty Who's In A Extremely Abusive Relationship. Her 30 Year Old Boyfriend Derrick Johnson Treats Her Like Dirt. He Wasn't Always Like That. He Used To Be Her Best Friend. She Eventually Got Away From Him With The Help O...
I Was In The Bathroom Curling My Hair When Knocking Came On The Door. I Looked Out The Window And Seen My Father. I'm Glad I Had My Makeup On To Cover My New Bruises From This Morning. I Walked Downstairs And Opened The Door. I Moved To The Side To Let Him In.
"Hi Dad." I Smiled.
"Hey Lana. How Are You Doing Today? Did You Get Your Test Score Back From Last Week?" He Asked As We Hugged.
"I'm Good. I Got An A On My Test." I Answered.
"Well Congratulations Baby." He Smiled.
"Could've Did Better. I Only Got A 97." I Sighed.
"It's Still An A Alana. It Was Close Enough. And That 97 Isn't Gonna Mess With Your 4.9 GPA. I Thought You'd Grow Out Of That By Now." He Lectured.
I Sighed As I Closed The Front Door. He Sat On The Couch And I Sat Across From Him.
"No It Isn't Dad. I Studied For 2 Months For That Test Only To Get A 97." I Huffed.
"Well Did You Score A B?" He Interrogated.
"No Sir."
"How About A C?"
"No Sir."
"A D?"
"No Sir."
"Or An F?"
"No Sir."
"Alright Then. Be Grateful. You Still Made An A. You Didn't Get A Failing Grade." He Said.
"Sounds The Same To Me." I Mumbled.
"Alana, You Can't Always Make Straight 100's. Your Gonna Have To Slip Up Just A Little Bit. Stop Being So Hard On Yourself. I Get Tired Of Telling You This." He Went On.
"Dad, I Made A Promise To You To Never Get Anything Less A 100 In All My Classes. And I Let You Down." I Complained.
"Did I Ask You For That Promise?" He Asked.
"No." I Shook My Head.
"And What Did I Tell You When You Brought That First Grade That Wasn't A 100 Home To Me When You Were In The 12th Grade?" He Asked Again.
"That It Was Just One Test And It Wasn't The End Of The World. Just Pick My Head Up And Walk On With Pride. And Be Thankful It Was Still An A." I Repeated What He Told Me.
"Alright. Same For This Situation Sweetheart." He Nodded.
"Yes Sir." I Smiled.
"You Look Stressed, Are You Okay?" He Asked.
"Yeah. Derrick And I Are Just Going Through It Right Now." I Half Lied.
"He's Not Getting Physical With You, Is He?"
"Of Course Not." I Lied.
"Alright. I Don't Wanna Kill That Boy." He Nodded.
"I Have To Go. I Love You Baby." He Smiled.
"I Love You Too Dad." I Told Him.
He Left And I Sighed. My Father Was The Perfect Parent To Me, Even Though He's A Businessman Who Works A Lot He Always Had Time For My Sister Alicia And I. Same For My Mom, Y'all Will Meet Her Soon. Anyways, Back To My Dad; He Owns Casino's, Apartments, Condos, Shelters, Malls, Banks, Arcades. Him And My Mother Stayed Together Until I Turned 18 And Divorced, Shit We Seen It Coming. Anyways While They Were Together, They Gave Me Everything I Needed And Wanted; Same For My Sister. We Never Got Told No When We Wanted Anything. He Was The Perfect Example To What A Real Man Was And How A Man Was Supposed To Treat A Lady. But Somehow I Still Let A Nigga Like Derrick Get Me. Shortly After Their Divorce My Mom Moved To Italy.
If Only I Could Tell Him About How Derrick Has Hacked My Bank Account Making Everything Go To His And Putting His Hands On Me. I Know He'd Know What To Do. I Could Call Alicia But I Don't Need Her Killing Him.
I Walked Upstairs To Finish Getting Dressed. I Found The Perfect Outfit. I Got Dressed And Walked Downstairs.
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I Grabbed The House Phone And Called Derrick.
"Hello?" He Answered.
"Derrick Where Are You? I Need My Car." I Told Him.
"For What?" He Asked.
"BECAUSE ITS MY CAR DERRICK AND I GOTTA GO TO CLASSES!" I Yelled.
"Stop Yelling At Me. And Drive The BMW." He Said.
"I Can't Drive The BMW. Because You Didn't Refill The Gas Last Week. Can't Go Nowhere On A Empty Tank." I Rolled My Eyes.
"Well Figure It Out. Im Out With My Boys." He Huffed.
"Derrick Johnson I'm Telling You This One Time And One Time Only. I'm Tired Of Letting You Do This To Me. I've Been Your Punching Bag For Too Long. I'm The One Bringing In The Money In The Relationship From My Father. I'm Only Gonna Take So Much From You Now. My Patience And Understanding Is Running LOW. I Promise I'm Leaving You Soon. You Can Keep The Money And All. Because As Soon As I Tell My Father That Account Won't Get Another Penny Added To It." I Hung Up.
I Walked Out The House And Got Into My BMW. I Had Enough Gas To Make It To The Gas Station. I Filled The Car Up And Drove To My Campus.
4:30 PM...
"ALANA GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE BITCH!" He Yelled.
I Walked Downstairs And He Was Obviously Drunk. I Stared At Him And He Stumbled Towards Me. He Said Nothing And Punched Me In The Face. He Punched Me Repeatedly As I Begged Him To Stop. He Soon Did And He Kicked Me In The Stomach.
"I Own You. You May Bring The Money In From Your Father But Bitch Without Me You Ain't Shit. So You Not Going Nowhere. You Hear Me?" He Asked.
"Yes." I Nodded.
He Kicked Me One Last Time And With That He Walked Away. I Laid There As My Face Bled. I Got Up And Walked Upstairs. I Stitched My Busted Forehead And Cleaned My Face.
My Right Eye Was Swollen Shut, My Left Eye Was Black, My Lip Was Busted And My Forehead Was Busted.
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