Naya Jay

"What about you, Danielle?" Our squad all turned their heads to our beautiful introvert. "Who do you want to be like?" Lila asked with genuine interest, which was well deserved. Danielle is the most interesting girl I have ever met, the kind that can keep talking about herself for two whole hours, but you will never still truly know the real her unless she lets you.

Danielle smiled, looking away. "Naya Jay. I totally want to be like Naya Jay." My look of confusion replaced my look of curiosity. I observed the girls' expression to see any of recognition, but found none.

Danielle chuckled, "Of course, you don't know her." The ivory-skinned girl folded her hands and stared equally into each of our eyes one at a time, probably to make sure what she was about to say will stick in our heads forever. My previous look of confusion slowly changed to intrigue as Danielle started to tell us about Naya Jay's story.

"The skinny over-stressed woman was known to be in an abusive relationship, an edible rich bachelor who worked as an accountant." She started.

"'If you are waiting for me to describe him as alcoholic or any description that internationally fits an abuser profile, you won't find it. As a matter of fact, you would look at him as someone from every girl's dream' Naya had said. She had met her so-called boyfriend in a charity gala, and was immediately attracted to his beard, as it was a lighter shade than his hair." The girls chuckled, but I was too fixated on the story, wanting Danielle to complete; so I waved my hand towards their faces to shush them. Returning my eyes to the story-teller, I ushered her to complete.

"After a while of them ogling at each other, Naya did the first move and walked up to him, and mentioned the weird color of his facial hair; asking if he had dyed it. The handsome accountant was immediately attracted to her straightforwardness, and our pretty woman was caught up on the fact that the man thought of it as straightforwardness rather than weirdness." Danielle completed, so lost in the story. I was too interested.

"Naya said that his abusive behavior had no signs before, there were no head-starters. Three years in an unbreakable relationship, without as much as a lift from his soft hand that used to caress her pain away at other times." I noticed that girls from other squads began to gather now, listening.

"Then one day, he just flipped like a switch. He hit her so hard her throat was sore from screaming that the neighbors starting breaking the door off of it's hinges. Old Mr. Clarkstone found Naya bloody and in pain. Her sorrowful tears staining the expensive floor."

"Naya stayed for weeks with her sister in her town house. Telling her that someone mugged her, faking a story about the dark alley she shouldn't have walked into. She assumed that her sister didn't believe her because she never asked her about lover-boy." Sienna from Squad Five teared up, and Madison from Squad Eight walked away, crying to herself. I reminded myself to check on her later, the girl was good to me. I quickly averted my thoughts from Madison and concentrated on the story.

"One day, my role-model was sitting in her beloved bed, which was her current residence. When she thought to herself, I can either sit here and wallow in sorrow, or move my ass and do something about it. Naya then quickly got dressed and started up her car. Her sister recalled that she looked mad, like a person about to set a building on fire." Danielle smirked now. Oh, I assume the best part is coming up.

"Entering the garage, the cunning twenty-year old had to trick the guard into fixing her broken car, and slipped inside unnoticed. She walked with her head high to the most beloved and not to mention highly expensive car the bastard had owned. It was his "baby", he even named it."

"Naya noticed the axe in the glass box near the exit, forcefully took and immediately started the job. She smashed his car as hard as she could. By the end of the process, it looked like a crunched cookie." Danielle smiled proudly.

"The best part now, she stood at the far end of the street, so that he wouldn't
see her when he comes down but it was enough for her to see his reaction as well. She mentioned that he dropped his case, sat on the floor helplessly for what felt like quarter an hour, and finally he noticed the note she had left for him. Written in big black font it said;

"OH, DID I LEAVE BRUISES?
THE CAR HAS MORE SENSORS THAN YOU, ASSHOLE."