"What makes you think you can handle all dis'?" I asked with a grin, deciding to play along with his little game. He deeply chuckled. "Naw baby I think it's gon' be you who can't handle dis'." He stated confidently.
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Katrina Hernandez (Bunny) August 6, 2020 6:02 AM ~~~ TRIGGER WARNING! Mentions of SA and Drug use!
I woke up in my bedroom at my granmuva's house. I looked around. My eyes landed on my father, leaning on my door frame. "Daddy?" I called. No response. I rubbed my eyes. The figure came closer only to be revealed as a friend of my father.
My breathing picked up. He climbed onto my bed. I was going to call for my father again. "Shhh. Be quiet." He tried touching my leg but I moved back. "It's okay. I won't hurt you." He whispered.
"No. Get away from me." I said just above a whisper. I got up and tried to run but he grabbed me. Before I could scream, he covered my mouth. He threw me on my bed and got on top of me. I tried to fight him but I was too weak.
As it happened I lost consciousness.
When I regained consciousness, he was no longer there. I ran out of my room and down the stairs. I saw my mother laying on the couch. When I ran to her I saw a needle sticking out of her arm.
My eyes filled with tears. "Mommy?" I tried shaking her awake. "Mama?" I shouted. No response. Tears ran down my cheeks. "Mama, wake up!" I cried.
I heard footsteps descending the stairs. I turned and saw my father with his head hung low. He was carrying bags.
"Daddy! Mommy won't wake up." He continued walking to the door as if he couldn't hear me.
"Daddy, where are you going?" I shouted running up to him. When I tried to touch him it was as if he was a ghost. He opened the door, walking out leaving it wide open. "Daddy, don't leave! Help me! Please!" I tried reaching out to him again. However, this time, he disappeared.
I ran back into the house, to my mother. I tried to wake her up again. But, like my father, she disintegrated. "No!" I cried hard. I sat on the ground. I brung my knees to my chest. I took a deep breath and screamed.
"Trina!" I shot up from my sleep crying. Frantically looking around. This room was not my own. Imani shot up next to me pulling me into her arms. I broke down.
"It's okay just breathe, Trina." She urged. "Follow my breathing." She said as she started taking deep breaths. I followed her breathing, struggling at first.
When I calmed down, she pulled back to help me wipe my face. There was a knock at the door.
"Come in." Imani shouted. My head started pounding as I groaned. The door opened revealing Big L. "What happened?" He asked. "Bad dream." Imani answered for me when I didn't respond. I glared at her. "What?" She said. I shook my head and moved to get out of the bed. When I stood I felt sick. "Where's yo' bathroom?" I asked. "Down the hall first do' on the left." He replied. "Thanks." I walked past him to the bathroom.
