Life pt. 1

Chapter 2: Bad Days

I walked in there and asked for help. There was an Indian man with a handlebar mustache at the desk. I asked to have and apartment within the next 4 hours, and he said that he could work with me. It is very hard to get an apartment where they can let you in within 4 hours of reassurance.

The apartment was old and rusty, it smelled like feet and water dripped from the ceiling in the third floor. I had to take the offer or there was nowhere to stay.  I told the Indian man that I would take the deal, my rent was $350 a month. I had an apartment with no furniture, I’m glad I brought covers. I slept on the floor, to the right of the water puddle.

When I woke up, I walked into the hallway to decorate my door. Something happened, it felt like heaven. I walk out and see this guy, he was my neighbor. I just could look at him and tell that we had a connection together. He started walking towards me. “Hi”. He said I didn’t know what to do so I stuttered a loud “hey”. Then, he started walking towards me more and then as soon as I know he was close to my big bottom lip. I asked what he was doing because I was worried.

My neighbor came and covered my mouth as I screamed as loud as I could. He had a tight grip. He took me into his house and I tried to scream again, but it didn’t work and he started tying me up to his table in the dining room. He gagged me with an old apple that looked rotten. He came down by my neck and started kissing me. I cried, and cried for as I knew what was going on. He kept kissing me. A few seconds later I felt a punch, and was knocked out.

I awoke in a bed surrounded by clothes and pillows. It was a nightmare I didn’t remember anything except for my neighbor. I ran outside the house and went to mine as soon as I could and put some regular clothes on. I ran downstairs in the main lobby and asked for a phone. I called the cops and told them what happened, then they asked what was the culprit’s name, which I have never found out. I asked the Indian man who was the man that lived on the right of apartment 23B? I lived in 23B, so he lived in whatever the apartment was next to mine. The man said Jamie Florae. I knew that name from somewhere but I couldn’t remember. I told the police the man’s name was Jamie Florae and they came right away.

The police found Jamie laying on his couch and took him to jail. When they were there they scheduled me a court appointment for the following month. On that exact court date they had me take a drug test. The test came out negative, but they found that I was in presence of something. The something, was a child. I was so happy, but I thought about the incident and realized the father was Jamie. The evil man that hurt me.

 I then ran out the courthouse and into the restroom. I cried and tried to find ways out of this. I didn’t have any money to let the baby go, so there was no other healthy option than to keep it. My lawyer came in the restroom after me and calmed me down. I went back to the court room and finished the trial. Jamie was found guilty and was consented with 26 years of prison in Harlem Federal County Prison. I ended the rest of my day with no words. I was silent.

 The next day was dim, but I found my way around it. I opened my eyes and seen the light and rays from the shiny sun in the window that couldn’t open. I woke up and went straight to the police station on Harbor Street. This time I got on the bus and took me a ride there with an all-day pass I had got for Christmas. When I got to the police station there stood a man locked behind bars with a sign that said Jamie Florae. He was the man that had this whole thing rolling and tied me up 2 days ago. The policeman said to go home and not worry about anything.