There are a few things you should know about Aniyah Williams:
One is that she's a prostitute.
Two is that her parents died when she was 16 and her older brother left her afterward
And three, she isn't a believer. After all, how can she believe in a...
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BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. I GROAN HEARING THE SOUND, opening my eyes to realize this wasn't my home. Or my bed. My eyes are blurry so I blink a few times and notice that an unrecognizable figure is right next to me. My head instantly starts to what feels like banging and I let out a frustrated groan. Not only did I not know where I was, but my head was also killing me and my body was sore and numb.
"Oh my God! You're awake!" I hear a voice exclaim before footsteps are heard and the room becomes filled with commotion as a man in a white coat and clipboard in his hand quickly enters the room. My vision had been somewhat restored and I was able to now see clearly where I was, my heart dropping at the sight. Hell, otherwise known as a hospital. The same white tiled floors and fluorescent lights that were always too bright and a stand next to the bed, on top of it fake sunflowers that were way too ugly to be real.
"How many fingers am I holding?" the doctor asks, flashing 3 of his chubby fingers in my face causing me to inch my face as best as I can away from him.
"3," I mutter as he quickly jots down something on his clipboard, excitement overcoming his face.
"This is a miracle!" he exclaims. I ignore the fat enthusiastic doctor and instead focus my eyes on the lean figure who was standing outside the door, his face too far to make out and my head too sore to tilt and see who he was.
"I'll be right back," the doctor announces and rushes outside to talk to the mysterious figure who still hadn't shown his face.
Who is he?
Finally, I see the doctor heading in another direction and the figure who was standing outside slowly makes his way in, one foot at a time. My stomach flutters with nervous butterflies as he or she begins to finally emerge from outside. One part of me wants to scream and throw something at the stranger while the other part is anxious and fearful. Finally, the face is shown and the world seems to stand still as I'm met with the deep brown eyes and lean figure I had known all my life.
"Who? What-why?" Questions spew out of my mouth as anger and rage build up inside of me, my hands rendering useless as I want to grab him by the neck and strangle him. Unfortunately, my voice croaked with every word due to the fact I apparently hadn't been speaking.
"Aniyah-"
"Don't you dare call me that! What the hell are you even doing here Charles?" I yelled, catching the attention of a few nurses in the hallway, all of them giving me strange looks.
"You were in a car crash Aniyah. They called me here when you arrived 2 weeks ago," he replied, his voice a lot deeper than what I had remembered.
Two weeks. Car crash. My mind remains fuzzy as I try to remember how it might have happened as Charles continues to deeply stare into my eyes.
Suddenly all I can remember is 7 years ago, the image of 16-year-old me crying and that's all it takes for the rage I had to spew out. "So now what? You decide to come back now?"
