Durkio Krazy (Short Story)

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He saved me. After my mom died in that horrible accident, he comforted me. When the police took me, I thought I would never see him again. The regret fell upon me today because now I wish that I never did. He was supposed to be there for me, and he was at first but then he got famous and pushed me away. He won't regret it because he doesn't regret anything that he does.

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The paparazzi was standing at the gates of his mansion. His home was beautiful, like him. "Did he hit you?" "Why are you crying?" "Where'd that bruise come from?" The allegations were adding up against him. I walked out the gates not even locking it. The Paparazzi was running to his door at this point. There's another fight going to start that I caused. I walked to Helco, the store down the street from us. "Do you guys have black and mild singles?" I haven't smoked them in forever, but he drove me to it. "Yeah, you want the regular one?" "Yes, please." "eighty-four cents." I gave the cashier the money and left. I sat on the bench beside the store and lit it.

"You shouldn't be smoking those; they aren't good for you." I looked up. He was tall, maybe six two, light skinned with perfect teeth. "-and you're way too pretty for that ma." I looked down again. "Thank you, but water could be bad for you too if you drink enough of it..." He could tell in my voice that I was upset, a little disappointed even. "Are you okay? I can talk for a little if you need me to." I did need to. I had so much on my mind and nobody to tell it to. "I feel like I'd be ruining your day. It seems like today is a good day for you." "It's average. And I'm new here so I honestly don't have a place to be." He seemed nice. Like the type of nice Durk was to me a few years ago. Something was telling me to let him in and that it would be good for me but, I was afraid. Afraid of Durk getting mad at me, afraid of him finding me here with this guy. He'll go crazy. He told me to get out but, in my heart, he didn't mean it. In about an hour he would be calling me. Too bad because I don't have my phone, I don't have anything with me. When I walked out, I left everything there, except a few dollars I had on hand. "I think I'm going to take you up on that offer." I hit my black and mild for the last time and put it out. One didn't seem like enough.

"Can we go somewhere? anywhere?" he nodded. "Sure, come on." I followed him to his car. It was nice, really nice. It was a dark silver twenty-eighteen Ferrari. It looked upgraded to its fullest extent. "My names Orlando by the way. What's yours?" "I'm Tyla." He smiled at me, not a regular smile. It was more sincere than most. "So-" he started, trying to break the ice. "What has you so upset?" I looked down at my hands, playing with the black chipped fingernail polish I had on my nails. "It's kind of a long story." "I told you I'm here to listen." He said that in the sweetest voice.

"It was my ex, I guess you can say. It's not the whole regular 'he broke my heart thing.' He was my everything, literally." He looked at me confused. "What do you mean by that?" I told him the story about my mom and how Durk and his dad saved me. "So, he was and still is all you have?" I nodded, not having the strength to verbally answer that question. "After my mom passed away in the accident the police were going to take me. They were going to put me in foster care, but his dad said I could live with them. He wanted to do some research about my family. He didn't want to just leave me with complete strangers, even though they were." I sighed. "His dads mom passed in almost the same way. He didn't tell me the whole story because I was still so young."

"Was everything okay while growing up there? Or was it like now?" "No, it was a lot worse. When I first got there Darrell, his dad, was so nice to me. He started drug dealing then he eventually started taking drugs, like Durk." I sighed, not sure whether or not I should tell him the next part. "They were addicts?" "No, just the dad at the time. Durk, he just started, and I wish he never even picked anything up." We just sat in silence for a while. The music was low, but you could still hear the whispers of J. Cole coming through the speakers. We were on this back road, I've never seen it before but, I've also never came out of the house much unless it involved Durk. I've been longing to get out. "...It was a prison there." I spoke softly. "His dad, he..." I couldn't bring myself to say it. "It's fine, you don't have too." I wanted to. I needed to tell somebody. "He raped me. When I was twelve." he looked at me then pulled over on the side of the road. "Did you tell anybody?" he exclaimed in disbelief. "Just Durk..." "And he's treating you like this? That's not right. We should go get your stuff." Orlando began shaking his head.

"Why'd he decides to throw you out anyway... if that's not too much to ask." I shook my head left to right indicating that it wasn't. "He's a drug addict. He takes Percocet's and he shoots up sometimes. The Xanax is the worst. He gets so angry no matter what I do for him.  I've given him nothing but honesty, loyalty, and love but, he also did things for me too. Things that make 'thanking' him seem like it's just not enough and he deserves more. I never leave the house. I'm his... no, I was his maid, his girlfriend, and cook all in one. Everything I did was because I appreciated him so much and I felt like I can't pay him back for a debt that high." He took a quick glance at me with sorrow in his eyes. "Everything he did for you was nice and all but, you don't deserve to be treated like that." I looked up at him. Everything he was saying was so true and so easy to agree with. "I don't but, now I'm in a position where I have to make it up to him."

"I understand that but, you don't have to be with him. Sure, he helped you out. That doesn't give him the right to abuse you in any way. Maybe it's better to love him from a distance. Work on you for once." That's something I need to do. I'm eighteen now and I don't have a job, I never went to college but thankfully I graduated high school. "Let's go get my stuff... You're right."
Orlando made a U-turn, and I gave him the direction to Durk's mansion.