Chapter 2

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Niecey. . .

I sat there in the car for an hour after driving home form Tyler's house. I felt like this after every time I've ever had sex. He just uses me and it's a Sunday. No ma'am, no sir. I slowly walked into the house passing right by my foster parents and going straight to my room. I was sore, tired, and devastated. I called Shawny and Frankie on three way and told them what had just happened. Immediately they started in on me. I just couldn't deal with it right now. I told them goodnight and cried myself to sleep with my bear in my arms. I'm such a naive female. Damn.

I woke up with a headache from all the tears and frustrastion. I got up and looked into the mirror on my vanity. My eyes were puffy and a little red. I gazed at myself for what seemed like hours. I admired my medium length dark brown wavy hair, my full lips, and brown eyes. I had always been average. I had scars. That was the base of my insecurities. But, I never let it get me down. As Fantasia Barrino said, "You gotta use what you got to get what you want." I make due with my short , small frame , my medium breast and small but round ass. I took a long hot shower then got ready for school. I picked put a hair of hip hugging cargo capris, my black and blue nike hoodie with the jays that match. Modays were my chill days. I fluffed my hair, dabbed makeup on my face then grabbed my bags getting ready to leave. I opened my door and saw my foster father just standing at the door. He scared the hell out of me. "You leaving?" His voice was deep and scary. he had been watchung me for months like a perv and I'm afraid he's going to try something. With my seventeenth birthday coming up I wasn't the same little girl he'd adopted almost 14 years ago. I looked at him. Derrick is 6 foot 3, huge muscles, really bright complexion, beard and mustache , and dark creepy eyes. I walked away without saying a word. I felt his eyes glued to my ass and began to speed up.

When I pulled up to the school in my 2013 black charger I pulled my phone out and called Shawny to come meet me in the front of the school. I absolutely hated BHS. I doubled checked myself in the mirror. I stopped. In the corner of my mirror there was a reflection of Tyler holding Brittney close and kissing her neck. I felt my heart stop, my whole body became hot, and there was a lump in my throat. He played me. This was the only nigga I ever loved. I gave him 3 years of my young life and he pulls this shit. I told myself I refused to cry but I felt a silent tear slide down my face.

Shawny knocked on my window. I whipped the tear and hopped out my ride without a second thought. "Hey Boo." I greeted her like I ain't have a care in the world.

"I already seen him with her Niecey yu ain't got to front for me," She said with open arms. I walked straight to her in full punk mode. "He played me Shawny. He promised me so many things!" She wiped my face and led me into the school. Shawny never let me shed a tear but today she knew I needed it.

For most of the day I avoided everybody I knew. Even Shawny and Frankie. But, especially that DOG, Tyler. I almost got away with it too until 7th period. I was walking towards the main building for this wack spanish class. I knew I was about to get chewed out because I had Shawny, Frankie, and Claire , my other friend, in the class. I was laughing at myself when I looked up and saw his face. Tyler was standing directly in front of me and I felt like my lungs were going to collapse. "Bae, where the fuck you been all day? You avoidin' yo man now?" He was raising his voice and had me mad as hell. I wanted to beat his ass. "I been busy Ty."

"Busy? You skipped lunch. I had to sit with my boys instead of my lady. Wassup?"

"You shoulda sat with your hoe. I saw you this morning with her Tyler so get that stupid ass look off of your face. You are a liar, my nigga. Me and you are over. Done! Finito! Goodbye, and get a good look because the only way you will see this again is when I'm strutting through these halls." I was feeling myself and honestly I felt like a true boss. He screamed after me calling me all kinds of names but I kept on working my way to class.

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