Chapter 2

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Karlie POV

"Here you go Mrs.Sanders." On weekdays I drop Carrie off in the school daycare. They let her stay there for free as long as I maintain a 3.0 GPA or higher. But on weekends she has to stay hime with my dad. Yes I get scared of what he might do to her but he didnt start with me until I was 12. So hopefully he will wait with her and by that time we will have moved out and away from him.

"Be here to pick her up ontime today. You arent the only one with kids that need to be picked up." She tells me in a serious tone even though I know shes joking.

I try to make it through the hallway without being noticed but of course... I fail.

"Karlie! Hey! Come here! How you goin walk pass us without speaking? Dont act like a stranger." Ethan Fortune and his group walked up to me and made a huge circle around me. Of course Matty stood out of it and didnt say anything. Ethan smackes my books out of my hand and onto the ground. He got out his black marker and swiped it across my white uniform shirt. "Second tally of the week! Lets see if we can make it a third tomorrow." They have this little game with me. They put tallys on my clothes with markers so they know how many days I went without washing my clothes. "We'll be back baby."

"Ahahahhqhqhaha Shes such a poor tramp." He says to make his friends laugh while they walk away.

I pick up my thrown books off the ground crying. "Meet me in the closet in 5." Matty says to me while walking away from me.

On my way to the closet I pass Matty and Ethan arguing. Ethan sees me staring and glares at me which makes Matty turn around and look at me. "Would you get the hell outta here and go to where you need to be?" Matty says to me in a snobby voice but I know he was only trying to make me leave so Ethan couldnt finish his job.

I went straight to the closet in the basement and cried until Matty came in and pulled me into his lap. "Hey stop crying. You're gunna make me cry." He hugged me tight and kissed my forhead.

"You didnt even try to make them stop." I sob into his neck. He pushes me lightly away and takes off my hijab.

"In know baby. I know." He rubs my back and wipes my tears "I still dont get why you wear this shit. You are so beautiful." He tickles me which makes me laugh and that makes him laugh but he doesnt stop.

"But my scar is ugly. And im sure Ethan would find some way to make fun of me. Whether its my nose lips or hair." I tell him playing with his hair.

"Why do we have to talk about him? My brother doesnt know the difference between right and left." This is why I love Matty. He makes me laugh. He leaned down and kissed me. "I love you. Can you remember that for me?" He holds both sides of my face and kisses me right on my lips.

"Yes. I can do anything for you baby." I tell him smiling."What were you and Ethan talking about?" I try to ease the question into the conversation.

"I thought we werent going to talk about my brother." When I didnt reply he told me "We were just sorting out some differences, asking him for a favor. Its nothing to worry about. Okay? I love you." Before I could say anything back to him the warning bell rung.

"I have to go. Try to make it to class before Ethan." I grab my hijab from the chair and put it on but not before I gave I gave Ethan a kiss. "I love you too. Bye"

As I was about to open thr door he grabbed my hijab from the back and said to me "You are so beautiful Karlie. I wish you would let other people see that." Im not actually muslim. I was homeschooled up until 6th grade. My mom was muslim and she wore a hijab but my dad being Christan rubbed off on me. When I had the fear of being bullied because im black and with black features, I put on my moms old hijab and told my taeachers I was muslim so I wouldn have to take it off. "If the last wish I could make before leaving this earth, it would be for you to show your true beauty. Show yourself behind the lock and key baby." He said his words with such emotion it made me scared.

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