The Regection of Kellita Morris

The Kidnappers are coming

I'm sitting down and I hear Chris TV turn on. I couldn't face him after everything that went on today. I was pretty tired so I rested my head on the door and rested my eyes.

10 minutes later

I hear heavy footsteps coming up the stairs at first I panic and don't know what to do but then I quickly open Chris's apartment door and shut it quietly. I look out the peephole and see two figures walk up to my dads apartment door and knock on it. After waiting a few seconds the open the door and go inside, then I hear them talk. It sounded like two guys.
"I don't think she came back, man"
"If she didn't then when will she?"
"Got no clue"
"Come on man, let's go"
They walk out of the apartment shut the door then walk down the stairs. I sigh and rest my head on the door. And then all the sudden I feel a pair of hands grab my waist, I yelp and turn around to see Chris trying to calm me down.
"Hey, calm down, its just me"
"Don't scare me like that, I almost punched you" I pushed him off of me, and I took off my boots
"What happened?"
I didn't want to worry him so I just said "Nothing" I knew he knew I was lying so I quickly changed the subject. "Why aren't you sleep?"
He pointed to the TV. "My show was on" I read the three big letters on the TV. TMZ. What's a TMZ? Doesn't matter. "Come on" he pulls me to the kitchen, "You need to eat" he tells me, I lean against the counter and sigh.
"I'm not hungry" I whine
"I know" he says and hands me a circular object
"What is this?" I ask, he looks at me amazed.
"You don't know what a donut is?" He smiled
"I guess not" I smelled it, it smelled sweet "I eat it?"
"Yea" he laughed, I took a small bit of it. It was soft and greasy. He looked at me crazy.
I took another bite and I wasn't tempted to have another. I stopped eating. "I don't know how people eat stuff like this"
"You don't like it?" He took it from me and started eating it.
"It's different" it got quiet "Where are your parents?" I asked him being nosy.
"Mom is in rehab, and dad is taking care of her"
"So you live alone?"
"Yep they send me money every month" he ate the rest of the donut and rubbed his hands together "What about you?"
"I couldn't care less what my mom is doing right now, and my dad, I have no clue where he is" I stared at the ground, looking up only for a second to see the expression on his face and his toned abs. Then back at the ground.
"Do you not have a good relationship with her?"
"Its not that I don't, its her. She doesn't love me and I really have just stopped caring"
"You shouldn't stop caring about her"
"Why?"
"She's your mother"
"You know the word mother has a meaning right?"
"What's it mean then?"
"It means she is someone who not only gives birth to you, but loves and cares for you. And you do the same back. She doesn't love me, not does she have the rightful name or place to be called my mother"
"I like your mind, Kellita Morris"
"I like your donuts" she chuckled
"Tell me this" he said to me and I looked up at him "In class, you don't say anything to anyone, you don't even talk try to talk to the other kids, why?"
I shrugged "'Cause I had a hard time in school when I was younger, the kids would laugh at me, when I came to school with bruises or bumps on me. They would talk about my skin color, and where I came from. So from that day on, I never tried to friends with anybody else"
"But why?"
"Cause all they do at the end of the day is break you down. That's their main focus"
"What is?"
"Ruining your life" it quiet again, I looked away from him
"Did your mom hit you?" I nodded "And your dad?" I refused to answer.
He walked closer to me "Kellita"
"Hmm?"
"Did he hit you?" I felt his breath on my face, but I didn't look at him. He used his finger to lift my head. But I couldn't look at him.
"No... He didn't" I felt him look at me "Did your mother hit you?" This time I looked at him, and I raised my voice. He let go of my face, "How your father?" He backed away from me "Did your aunt or uncle?" He didn't say anything. "Why do you ask so many questions?" I calmed down and walked out of the kitchen, I walked over to the door and grabbed my bag, with my clothes in it. I walked to the bathroom and took a shower.

After my shower I walk over to the couch wrap myself up in the blanket and fall asleep.