𝙈𝙀𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙍𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙄𝙊𝙐𝙎

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ

I looked up at the ceiling. I realized quickly that I hadn't felt this atrocious in months. I turned over, glancing around my pitch dark room. I couldn't see a thing, but I noticed a man standing in my doorway.

My eyes widened, I closed them so he wouldn't realise I awoken. I didn't know how much I had drank that night, but I knew that I blacked out after being hit with an object, or-- from being too drunk

I can remember the way he grabbed at my neck, pulling my panties off forcefully without my consent as I submitted to his every command.

Not once did I ever disobey him--- it hurt me to know that he took advantage of me without consent. I wanted to scream, and cry out all my pain.

I wanted to rip that man to shreds and a rebuke him to the depth of hell.

I wanted him to be locked away forever, so no young female like me would have to be a victim of this type of pain.

I knew deep down, before I went to that party, that if anything were to happen to me; i'd escape these trenches-- and never turn my face to this pit of hell ever again.

After loosing my brother, the light of my soul. I promised once that I'd do as he said, without getting hurt. He told me to never trust any of these worthless ass niggas again but I did... And I shoulda took his word for it, and trusted him.

I rolled over, clenching my eyes shut. I heard footsteps approaching.

"Get up." He said.

I'm sorry, I really am. Can you just leave? Or get out. I need some time to myself." I said.

"Yeah, whatever. You js need to get your ass up and make some money. Or do some shit that will benefit yourself." He said.

I frowned, because I've been doing that. Mama raised a good girl, not no bum. But as I looked around, I quickly realised that I worth nothing.

"I've been doin' that. I'm making money and allat." I said.

The man glared over me. He looked as if he was angry, but he closed his eyes and spoke quietly.

"All yall bitches be doing the same shit Arella. I don't even know why I be fuckin' with you no mo." He said,

My heart nearly skipped a beat. My eyes widened and I lifted up. I scooted to the end of my dirty ass mattress as tears began to well up in my eyes.

"I'm not tryna fight with you again Moni! I don't give a fuck bout' who you not fuckin' with anymo! Just get the fuck out!" I yelled.

He looked at me and smiled as if something was funny. He did this all the time.

"Fuck you, I don't need you anyway." He said, before tuggin on his jeans and leaving out.

I watched him, I was going to let him gone out his business, but I couldn't lose the only man I loved.

"Moni! Come back, Ian mean it like that!" I yelled.

But he was gone, and I got up to look out the door. I shook my head and closed the screen door and locked it.

I sat down on my mama dark brown raggedy ass couch with food stains and dirt and pushed my hands into my eyes.

"Why ain't I worth shit man! Mama woulda told me the same thing!" I yelled.

I began to cry because I just lost the love of my life. I didn't even do anything to him that was major.

And after all this time, I shouldve known he was fucking with other girls and just using me for sex just like granny was telling me.