CHICAGO, ILLINOIS ∎
AUGUST 1, 2016 ∎
Bullets getting fired were heard repeatedly from outside of Nalia's apartment.
She hated living in the middle of a war zone.
Her level of anxiety was high everyday she woke up, afraid that there was a possibility of her dying, innocently.
But it was all she could afford at the moment. At the moment.
She had rented an apartment at the age of eighteen. She was a fresh adult.
Her parents had offered her to stay with them for as long as she wanted, taking it into consideration that their hometown was dangerous and they wouldn't want their daughter out on the streets, even if she had grown up there.
Nalia had still decided on moving out, feeling as if she was a burden.
Her parents had other children to car for and she didn't want them to think that when they got to her age, they could just feed off of their parents forever.
So she left.
She lived in a one bedroom, one bathroom, living room, kitchen, the typical affordable home.
Her mind would still forever be set on moving out of Chicago until it actually happened and she told herself that it would be soon.
Her mind would forever be set on getting away from him. Damian.
Her and Damian, her current partner. She wouldn't refer to him as the love of her life or anything because he simply wasn't. She hated him.
Deeply.
She never imagined her life and dreams being took from her.
She never imagined being restricted and not able to leave when she wanted to.
All the time.
The one time that she decided to let her guard down for someone she believed loved her, he deceived her like he "promised" he wouldn't.
He became abusive and hurt her for everything that went wrong, even if it was his fault.
Whenever she did something right, the only thing he gave her was sex and pretended like he was doing it to reward her, he wasn't.
It only benefited him, everything he did only benefited him. Their relationship was parasitic and he was just living off of her while she was hurting.
Her attention was tooken away from the skillet on the stove top, after hearing a set of hard knocks to the door.
She expected it to be her partner since he had told her that he had business to handle before he left.
She reached over the stove, lowering the heat allowing the meat patties to simmer, not wanting them to burn.
She pushed her square-shaped, pink glasses over the bridge of her button nose after cleaning them with the hem of her oversized collared shirt.
The knocks were heard again, making her scurry across the tiled floors and unlocking the door, coming face to face with a unfamiliar man.
Who you?
The man towered over her small frame, leading to her having to look up to analyze his face.
He looked overly alert.
His skin was a light brown and was clear. It looked moisturized.
His locs were two-toned and they looked not over a week old. They were crinkled as if he had just took down twist.
He had thin eyebrows but pretty eyes.
His nose was smaller, compared to his lips which were moist due to him always licking them.
He had a minimum amount of facial hair, only having a small mustache and barely visible hairs on his chin.
He wore a black hoodie, his neck tattoos peeking from the hoodie.
He paired it with black jogging pants and black forces.
She blinked and her eyebrows were furrowed, waiting for him to speak or atleast say if he needed something but he didn't.
"Uhm, do I know you?" She asked rubbing her moisturized lips against each other and speaking again. "If you're here for Deezy, then he ain't here. I can tell him that someone came by for him, if you want." She spoke softly, looking up at the unknown man.
He shook his head, licking his lips. His eyes went from her face and over her head, into her apartment.
It looked okay to him.
"Whatchu' need then?" She asked, shifted her weight to her right foot, resting her hand on the door frame.
"I ain't hea' fa' Deezy. You can let me in?" He hesitantly asked, looking around being aware of his surroundings. He was in danger right now and urgently needed somewhere to hide, just for the moment.
"I don't know you though." She stated, looking back to where he was looking. "What you got going on? You good?"
"Yea'. I'm good. I need you to let me in though, shorty." He asked again. "I'a be quick. I swea'."
He knew what she was thinking. If a random came up to his door, looking around, suspiciously and asking him to come in, he'd be weirded out too. Especially with the trust issues he had. He can't blame her.
"I can't let you in. I'm sorry." She apologized, softly, to him before slowly closing the door and twisting both locks.
Damn.
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