Chapter 5

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Psalmist

Hawaii was beautiful. Damien took me site seeing and shopping again. It was an experience like no other. I was saddened by the fact that we had to return home. I understood that he needed to be there for his mother though.

We've been home for almost four days now. I have yet to hear from him since we returned. While we were in Hawaii, we stopped at the Apple Store, and he got me a new phone and a watch to go along with it. So I know he's able to contact me now.

Anyhow, I've been on my phone for the past three days doing applications. Mrs. Tucker has practically blacklisted me. None of the restaurants would hire me. Even though I have an incredibly undeniable work ethic, Mrs. Turner's words outweigh my credibility.

I got up this morning, did my daily routine, fixed breakfast, and then got dressed. I polished up my resume as I was eating. I knew of this local publisher that was hiring. It would give me a get my feet wet and use my degree.

After I was dressed, I left my apartment and headed to the bus station. With only two hundred dollars left, I had to find work quick. I paid for a bus pass for two weeks. Hopefully, the money will start rolling in by then, and I could use Uber.

As I got off the bus in front of the cafe by the publishing office, I noticed a familiar face. It was Damien with some girl. They were hugged up and looked happy. I guess that's why he hasn't contacted me. I ignored the ache in heart. I let my walls down and got played.

I got my coffee and sat in a corner until it was time to go into the office. As I finished my coffee and was headed out the door, I collided with a muscular physique. Before I could fall on my ass, a pair of arms caught me. I haven't seen him in six years, but here he was in the flesh.

"Well, I'll be damned. Psalmist?"

"Excuse me?" I said and tried run, but he caught me. "Harper, please let me go." I cried.

"Nawl, not yet, baby girl. Let me look at you." He held a tight grip on my wrist. "You look good as hell, Misty. I miss you."

"Please, let go of me," I begged again. Everyone were looking, but no one was trying to help. Tears began to roll down my face.

"Harp, what's up, nigga," I heard Damien's voice behind me.

"My nigga," Harper said and gave Damien a bro hug. "Man, I'm sorry about your pops."

"Thanks, man. When did you get back?"

"I came in town last night."

As they talked, I took that as an opportunity to run. I never made it to the publishing office. They was gonna look extremely bad on my part. I just couldn't run the risk of my rapist catching me again. I caught the bus back to my apartment and started to pack. I was gonna skip town with whatever money I had left and start over.

 I was gonna skip town with whatever money I had left and start over

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