Used && Abused

Chapter 27

Breanna's POV

Me: Yeah. Sure you were.

I said that after this girl...No Bitch claimed that she was with Ty last night. She was King's sister.

Tiffany: Ask him boo. He'll tell you. Hopefully.

I rolled my eyes && turned on my heels. I didn't have time for 3 things... Pettiness, Cattiness, && Bullshit. She could miss me with all of it.

She closed her door and me and King walked down to the very end of the hall. && He gestured for me to open the door.

Tiffany POV

I wanted to me petty. So when I closed my door, I sat down at my desk and called Tyriek. I called and it didnt even ring. I was fowarded. So I decided to text him. "Yo Bitch Over Here With My Brother Caking && Shit" And his phone responed with something like this

Error: This person would not like to recieve any calls or text from you. You are blocked.

I threw my phone at the wall in frustration.  But my OutterBox protects it.

Tyrieks POV

Fuck That Bitch. BLOCK LIST

Breanna's POV

I open the door and glance around. And... (A.N. I Have To Start Writing How I Text Sometimes Cause Im Used To Thaa) Well... Damn. His Room Look Just As Good As The Rest Of The House. He Keep It Clean For A Boy. But, it was one thing that caught my eye in particular: the KING sized bed.

I Slip Off My Jordans && Jump On His Bed. Then I Settle Down && Lay On My Stomach.  And Since The Bed Is So Big... I Take Advantage Of All The Space. He Pushes Me Over && Lay Down With Me.

Me: I like this bed. Mines just as big. But yours look so different. So much more.... manly. I guess.

He laugh and turns on his back and I do the same.

Meg: I got a guestion.

King: What is it?

I laugh and then stop.

Me: How Many Other Girls Have Laid With You In This Bed?

King: Only Three.

Me: Really ?

King: Yes. Jazz, Tiffany, and my Mom. Well Four Now If We Include You.

Me: Ohhhh.... Really. I See. You "pure"?

King: No, Ma'am I'm Not. You are though. I can tell.*smiles*

Me:*laughs* What? How?

King: You Just Give Off That Vibe I Guess. Am I Right?.

Me: Hmmm... Yes, Wait.... No. Um I really don't know its kinda complicated.

King: How complicated can it be. Are you a virgin or not ?.

Me: Very. Its a long story.

King: And we ain't got nothing but time.

Me*let's out a breath*. I was..... Was sexu-- Raped a couple of months ago.

I look up. I feel the tears on their way. I refuse to cry right now. I was tired of crying. I couldn't do it anymore.

King: What ?!?!. *sigh* Like--- What?! You okay. Like---.

Me: Its okay. I'm fine and you're speechless. I'm okay.... Now.

King: Yeah I'm sorry. Like I'd expect you too avoid guys or just stay in the house and you do neither.

Me: I look at it like this. What is sitting in the house crying about it going to do?. I feel like why sit in my room and act like it never happened when it did. And I can't do anything to change it. God has a plan for me and this is part of his plan. And being out of the house is my escape. Being out the house makes me forget. My mom thinks I'm just running away from my problems. And maybe I am. But its never long before something or someone is reminding me. If I stay in the house what will I accomplish?. And I realize that not all guys or "men" are bad.

King: That is a really good explanation. And you have a positive way of looking at this situation. If that makes any sense.

Me: Yes, It does.

He looks me in my eyes. He leans in and kisses me. And I kinda kissed back.

He climbed on top of me and things got.... Heated. Then there was a knock on the door. He climbed off of me and yelled, "Come In".

A grown man walked in. His dad I'm assuming. And my questioned is answered now.

King: Hey Dad

Kings Dad: Hey Son. And you must be Breanna. Talks about you all the time

Me: Nice to meet you and all good things right.

Kings Dad: Yes. All good things. Are you staying for dinner?

Me: I don't think so. I have to go home to my mom. Make sure she's alright.

Kings Dad: Is everything fine ?.

Me: Yes.

I pick up my phone and see that it is now around 7:30. I have to go.

Me: I have to go. King do you mind dropping me off ?.

King: No problem. You know I got you. I hop of the bed and began putting on my shoes.

Kings Dad: Dontre, I need you to run an errand for me. I'll text you the info.

King: Okay.

His dad walks out and we follow. We get to the front door and I remember that I don't have my phone.

Me: King, I left my phone on your bed. I'm going to just run up and get it.

I ran upstairs and picked up my phone. I put it in my back pocket. I close his door just as Tiffany was leaving her room.

And let me tell you. If looks could kill she would have died about 10 times.

Tiffany: Tf you staring at bitch.

Me: Takes one to know one.

Tiffany: What ?.

Me: Okay. Tatyana. Or Tiff. Whatever The Fuck Yo Name Is. You On Some Straight Bullshit. I Was Trying To Stay Classy And Lady Like. And Just Mature. But You Hoes Don't Appreciate That. But Let Me Let You Know Something Real Quick. Don't Let This Pretty Face Fool You. I Will Fuck You Up Gracefully. You A Lil Ass Girl. Sit Yo Young Ass Down Cause I Really Don't Have A Problem With Hospitalizing A Bitch. My Nigga Don't Want You. He Ain't Worried About You. I'm His Main Priority. Get That Engraved Into That Brain Of Yours. Okay

I smile at her and wait for her to respond. She stare at me.

Tiffany: You wanna fight me?.

Me: You're not work my time. Fighting me is like signing your own death certificate.

Tiffany: What ?.

Me: Girl, I will get charged with attempted murder fucking with you. Try me.

I turned on my heals and walked away.