ALL YOU CAN EAT...

CHAPTER 20

~Amina~
(Today is when I have to go see those two bitches. Give me strength Jesus please. I grabbed my keys and my work bag and walked in the kitchen.)
Amina:Good morning babe.
Jaz:Hey baby. *Kisses me* I made your coffee and your lunch. Oh and let me know if you have any trouble with the those too idiots.
Amina:Thank you hun and I will.
*Kisses her and leaves*
(Perfect wife perfect life. Life is great right now I hope it stays this way but dealing with these fools I know it won't. I got in my black bugatti put on my shades and down the street I went. Thirty minutes later I pulled up to this hood ass apartment complex what the fuck I thought Najah was rolling in doe I guess not. I got my bag and headed upstairs. Okay this shit was scary there was police tap all around and a sleep Crack head laying up on the side of the building. Well I hope he was sleep shidd. I knocked on the apartment door and Lo and behold Najah answered the door with that grimey ass smirk on her face. I'm a professional I have to act like one.)
Najah:Hello.
Amina:Good morning.
Najah:Right this way she waiting for you.
Amina:Thanks..
(I followed her inside. The place ain't have no furniture what so ever. That's strange. There Sye sat in the wheelchair and her head was down. She looked like she was mental shit.. That's some scary ass shit. She lifted her head slowly and bruises and cuts filled her face. Damn some accident that must've been I kinda ft sorry for her.)
Amina:Uh hey Sye.
Sye:Hi. *She said quietly*
Amina:I'm going to be your physical therapist for the next couple of months.
Sye:Okay.
Amina:Umm Well as of right now I can assess you but until both your legs and your arm heal we can't start the actual therapy process.
Sye:*Mumbles* If they ever heal...
Amina:What was that?
Sye:Nothing.
Najah:She tends to talk to herself a lot.
Amina:Oh alright. Okay Sye I'm gonna start the assessment now.
Sye:Okay...
***One week later***
~Sye~
(I'm so tired of this. It ain't no way out. I can't walk or defend myself I haven't eaten a week. I just feel hopeless.)
Najah:Aye lil bitch you hungry.
Sye:*Looks up at her hatefully*
Najah:*Bitch slaps me across the face* Answer me dumbass.
Sye:Y-yes...
Najah:Awe good. *Pours hot soup all over my lap while laughing* lick it up you dog!
(I writhed in pain trying my best not to shed tears. I felt my skin sizzling underneath my pants from the soup. I felt myself being thrown out of the wheelchair once again. My face getting smashed into the floor with a boot. One kick to the gut. Another five at my legs. My arm being crushed by the boot again and then a final blow to the face when. I blacked out.)

Poor Sye.