Power of the Pussy |+18

17.

Laurel

Two months later

"Ready?" The tattoo artist named, Scott, asked and I nodded my head. "Alright, I'm gonna do a count down. 3...2...1." My eyes watered when I felt the sting in my nose from him sticking the sterilized needle through my nose. I squeezed Tyler's hand who was recording me with his phone. "Almost done," Tyler said smiling at me. I wasn't even crying but as soon as the needle went through my eyes naturally watered.

Once the jewelry was in place, Scott cleaned around the piercing with a Q tip. He handed me a mirror and I stared at the new piercing. Loving the way it changed my face, making it appear prettier.  

"Now you can purchase a wound wash from any drug store to clean your piercing. Gently clean around it when washing your face with warm water. Also, leave the jewelry for at least six weeks to make sure it's fully healed before changing it." He advised. 

"Thanks, Scott! I'm coming back for my tattoo," I let him know as I paid him. I admired his work and I knew I wanted him to do my first tattoo.

Tyler and I left the tattoo shop and walked to his car. A lot has changed for the best these past two months. Tyler and I both got a job at H&M. Between that and doing hair at his mom's salon, receiving tips, he was able to save up and buy a KIA. 

After I had snuck out of Travis's hold, which wasn't easy by the way. Because every time I tried to lift his arm that was snugged around my waist, he would tighten his hold on me. But one thing about me, I have the sneakiness of a fox. I was able to slowly inch out of his hold. I had to tip-toe past his dog sleeping. I didn't want the dog barking to wake Travis up. 

Once I left, I decided to stop feeling sorry for myself and look at the brighter things. I was finally free. I was no longer staying with my mom and I didn't have to worry about Brian anymore. I was free. Afterward, I stepped up to the plate and got back into school. In order to not think about what I had done, I stuck to a schedule. I would work and still manage time for school work. Although it was kind of hard to sleep at first. Sometimes the paranoia of getting caught would scare me so bad I felt like I couldn't breathe at times. I just knew the cops would come bursting down the door arresting me but after a month had gone by, I began to relax.

When I told my aunt about me getting a job and offering to help with the bills, she declined, telling me to spend the money on myself since I deserved it. She also advised me on saving for a rainy day. To which I have been doing. I went to the bank and opened a checking and savings account. I always made sure to deposit into my savings. 

With a new flow of income coming in, I've started shopping online and in stores. I completely stepped out of my element and with the help of Tyler I changed my style of clothes. We were always getting fly, our style was different from everyone's else. My nails, toes, and hair stayed done. I had done a complete 360. Going from a plain Jane to a buss down. And all these enhancements not only brought new attention but hate as well. 

You would've thought since she had the nigga, she'll leave me alone. Unfortunately, Shaniya didn't see it that way. She stopped throwing shade at me on Twitter and Instagram when she realized she wasn't getting a reaction out of me. That still didn't stop her and her friends from lurking. That's the thing about fucking with a nigga, they always came with stalkers. Even after you leave him alone. They were always watching my page boldly, but never followed or liked when I posted, so I blocked them. Which led to the start of fake pages popping up in my views. And on occasions, my dm's when I posted a story. Those pages always got blocked but they always created new ones. Weird hoes.  

Speaking of Travis, I avoided him like the plague. At first, he attempted to reach out sometimes but eventually stopped when I refused to answer. Yeah, he helped me regarding the Brian situation, but I still hadn't forgotten how he treated me before. In the end, he moved on and so did I. No I wasn't dating anyone, but I was completely over him and no longer cared what and who he did.