Jayda POV
"Jayda baby come here" I heard my father say. I sighed to myself with tears streaming down my face. I can't do this anymore its not rightKnocking me out my train of thoughts I hear my dad stumbling up the stairs,grabbing hold of my sheets tightly nervous, I jumps when he bust through the door.
"Baby girl I know you heard daddy calling you ,come give daddy some sugar" he slurred out. I came closer and gave him a kiss on the cheek
"No daddy wants a kiss on the lips" he says roughly grabbing my face and pressing his dry lips against mines.A tear rolled down my face ,"Come baby give daddy a lil relaxation" I knew what he meant by that, I shook my head no, With a look of quite frustration he grabbed my hair tightly and said "Bitch if you don't unbuckle my pants and suck this dick I will murk yo ass " pulling out his gun, I had so much fear in me I didnt know what to do so I did as I was told.
He turned me around and put his manhood in me, I cried out in pain ,my father was molesting me and it wasn't the first time.
After what just happened I knew I had to get out the house, after taking a shower and changed into something comfy ,I packed some clothes into my bag and crept out of the window and ran to my Bestfriend Dynasty house
Dynasty has been my Bestfriend since the 6th grade. She is the only person that knows what my dad is doing to me.
Dynasty and her mother are the closest people to me ever since my mom died when I was 13 because of breast cancer. Its like my whole life changed around my father molesting me, The woman that gave me life is gone its feel like i have no one but my Bestfriend.
Dynasty always tried to make tell someone ,or she would even try to tell someone but I couldn't do that I was to afraid he would kill me. I would spend the night over at Dynasty but the next morning my dad will be dragging my out their house.
I unlocked Dynasty's front door , I Have a spare key, I went up to her room and busted out in tears. She already knew what was wrong . she hold me tight in her arms while I just poured out tears
"What did he do now?" Dynasty ask. She wanted to tell somebody so bad about it, she even tried to get her brother to kill him but I told her no he just suffering from the death of my mother.
"Same thing all the time,but this time that nigga put his dick in me, he don't make me feel like his daughter he makes me feel like some hood rat on the streets" I said braiding her fishtail. Now Dynasty Is a red head Blasian she is 5'3 short as hell Has Hazel eyes with a red rose on her right arm and she has wide hips I mean Bestfriend is thick as hell I would fuck her myself if I wasn't into guys.
"Jayda dejeme le matadlos(let me kill him) all you have to say the magic word "yes" and I will call up my bros and he will be killed the same day " She sighed out furrowing her eyebrows.
Changing the subject, "Let's go to the mall i don't feel like going to school today, its a Friday." I said to her. I just wanted to chill with my Bestfriend.
"Oooo yes girl i was thinking the same thing, let's go I need to get some new outfits and the new gold foamposite just came out today!" She screeched jumping up and down that girl love her some foamposite she has almost every pair. I burst out into laughter this girl was doing the shmoney dance.
"About a week ago, week a go, now fuck with me cause I'm tweaking hoe- . Jayda What the fuck do you have on ,you not going to the mall with that on is you?" She say scrunching up her face I'm wearing baggy sweatpants ,a plain white T-shirt ,and some sandals with mix matched socks.
"I guess I do look bummy today". I said looking over what I have on. "Noo girl bummy is not the word,you look like pudda".
"Bitch no the fuck I don't look like pudda,that's a dirty bummy skanky ass hoe ". I said hitting her ass with my sandal. Pudda is a street rat she is a pretty girl but she always coming outside with anything and everything on she call her style "Pudda Von Ye " whatever that fuck that is.
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