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My head was THROBBING. I felt as if I had just woken up from a really bad dream. My eyes didn't even want to open, I laid for a few minutes with my eyes closed. I felt a sharp pain in my stomach and whimpered.
"Jada? I'm sorry did I hurt you?" My eyes were still closed but I could recognize his voice. Pac. I immediately opened my eyes and the bright lights hurt my eyes. "Slow down, speed racer." He laughed.
I slowly opened my eyes again and Pac stood looked over my face. "Move, big head." I said pushing his head away from my face. "Why are you here?" I asked almost silent but I could tell he heard me.
"Because I care about you." He said and gently lifted my hand, bringing it to his lips.
"W- What happened?" I said placing a finger on my temple, which was throbbing. I couldn't remember what happened or how I got here.
"Well Ol' dude name Tyler or something like that basically tried to kill you. The doctor said he used some kind of stuff that he put on a towel and it knocked you out cold. But some girl seen him actually tackle you to the floor and told someone." Lesean explained to me, it brought me to the verge of crying. "Your mom called me and told me what happened so I got some money and caught the first plane down here."
I looked at my arms that used to be perfectly scarless and discovered some cuts from him tackling me. Above them were bruises of I'm guessing was him grabbing me. Hot tears ran down my cheeks and I realized what could've happened to me.
"Pac, I can't go back there. Not without you. I actually remember him asking me if you left and I told him yes. Pac, no one messed with me because of you. I can't go back by myself." I cried out loudly. He kissed my cheek and wiped the tears from my face.
"I won't make you go back there. I promise. I just have to come up with something but, I promise you I'll do something."
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I waited until jada finally went back to sleep to sneak out. My blood had been boiling ever since I heard what happened. There was no was I was letting this nigga, who ever he his, get away with this. Women should never be disrespected by anyone. I decided to hit my old neighborhood to see if anyone knew who did this to Jada.
I got to my old neighborhood hood, I almost forgot how bad this placed looked. Fences that were once white were now a brownish color and the paint was coming off, foul thing were spray painted on the walls, and trash was everywhere.
I walk to my homie Quincy's house, he hears everything. He house was a purple color, everybody knew where Quincy lived. I rang the doorbell and I could here his mother yelling for someone to get the door. Shaundra, Quincy's older sister, answered the door and chewed loudly on her gum.
"Hey Pac, I thought you moved." She said and blew a bubble, popping it in my face.
"Yea but I have to handle some business out here real quick. Quincy there?" Shaundra smirked.
"Yea he here." She turned around and called for Quincy, cursing and all. Quincy finally came to the door. I dapped him.
"What's good Pac?" He sat on a chair on his front porch. I sat down too.
"Nothing right now, Q. You know anything about what happened to Jada?" I watched as kids played in the street.
"Oh yeah, that shit was crazy," Quincy began. "I heard dude named Tyran Cambell tried to rape her."
I didn't know anyone named Tyran Cambell. "Oh really, you know where he stay?"
"Yea uh, over there on 26th street." Quincy pointed in the direction of 26th street.
"Alright thanks. Ill talk to you later. Good seeing you, Q." I gave him a hug and headed towards 26th street.
