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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I WAKE UP WITH TEARS STAINED ON MY FACE AND SUN streaming into the windows. Groaning and rolling off my bed, I allow my feet to touch the cold floor and blink a few times only to remember the past events. I was back home now.
"What am I going to do now?" I whisper to myself, standing upright to start making my bed. Move in with Charles or stay here? My phone starts to ring with a call, Boss on the screen and I roll my eyes before picking up.
"Aniyah where the hell are you? You haven't shown up to work in a whole damn 2 weeks and that senator is now demanding for his money back. Do you want me to ask what the hell is wrong with you because I don't remember giving you free time. You either show up to work or you don't bother coming at all," James, my boss yells.
"James, don't you even start trying to yell at me okay? If the senator wants his money back then give him the refund 'cause I don't give a damn about what he wants."
"Are you asking to get fired here?"
My blood is boiling at this point. Yelling back at him, I shout, "You don't even have to fire me because I quit. I never even wanted to work for your crappy business anyways. Screw you."
"You'll never be anything without this job Aniyah. And soon, we'll see who's crying back to me again."
I waste no time hanging up the call and throw my phone onto the bed, my eyes watering. Jobless, soon-to-be homeless. God, there was no point in living anymore of this. And my God will supply every need of yours, Jada's words echo. I snort at remembrance. God could care less about me. No one cared and I didn't need them too.
I do, the small voice in my heart said. I care that you're still alive, that you didn't die in that coma.
I should've died though, I say. It would've made things so so much easier.
Go back to Charles Aniyah. Go back.
I'd rather kill myself than go back to him.
For I know the plans I have for you Aniyah. Go back to Charles and apologize. I will make a way for you.
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J A D A ' S P O V
"And father, protect Aniyah wherever she is. Keep her safe. In Jesus' mighty name, amen," I prayed.
"Amen," Charles responded, rubbing my hand with his before giving me a kiss on the cheek. "I'll be in my office if you need anything."
"You go. And can you check on Faith and Grace upstairs for me?"
"Sure."
He leaves the kitchen as I start turning on the sink water to start washing the dishes leftover from breakfast. My mind though is far off as I worry about Aniyah. She was going through so much and although I knew she wasn't open to talking about her past, it was obvious she was still hurt. Finishing the dishes and putting them onto the dish rack, I head towards the main closet to get the vacuum only to hear the knock on the door. Could it be? Rushing to unlock it, I open the door to reveal Aniyah, suitcase in hand.
"Is my room still available?" she asks.
I grin at her before squeezing her into a hug. "Always Niyah. Always."
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