India In The Hustle

Chapter 3

INDIA

   "Brandon stop." I screamed trying to push him off me. By now I felt something from my nose knowing it was blood.

   "When I call you answer the fucking phone." He yelled pushing me against the door feeling the pain.

   "Stop it." Hearing the front door open seeing Crystal as Brandon removed his hands away from me running away from us.

"India are you okay." She asked me as I fell to the ground trying to catch my breath.

"Go inside the house Crystal." I said wiping my nose grabbing my stuff standing up as I winced touching my rib.

"I called daddy he's on his way." Crystal said as she took my stuff helping me as we walked inside the house. Never did I want my parents to know about this it wasn't their problem to know.

   "Here you go." Crystal said handling me some tissue and an ice bag.

   "Thank you." I said wiping my nose the tissue then laying down putting the ice bag on my eye.

   "How come you didn't tell anyone this was happening to you." She asked me as I closed my eyes that was still good.

   "It was my problem not anyone else's." I said turning my body away from her feeling the tears coming down my face.

"I'll get it." She said once the doorbell rang. Braving myself from the yelling there about to do as I sat up.

"India." Hearing my mom yelling my name hearing her footsteps coming closer as she stood on front of me.

"Why do you continue to let these cowards do this to you." She asked more to herself as she sat next to me touching my face.

   Believe it or not this happened to me before twice. When I was a senior in high school that's when it first happened to me. I was in an abusive relationship with my first boyfriend. My parents didn't know anything about it until I ended up on the hospital. The second tome it happened to me I was in my first year of college to my second boyfriend. We were doing so good till he dropped out and blamed me for everything. He didn't like my success at all.

   He beat me. He did everything in his will for me to become a failure. He made me lose my baby, our child by pushing me down the stairs.

"Mama stop." I said as she touched my face. It was bad enough I felt pain I didn't need her touching it.

"Where that nigga at India." My dad said barging into the house with Morgan, Bree, and Brooke behind him.

"I don't know." I said taking the ice from my eye.

   "Come Indie you got to tell me for I can fuck nigga up." Morgan said sitting next to me as I smiled.

   "I don't know where he went y'all." I said as I heard my dad smack his lips.

   "India stop saving him." My dad said as I heard my mom smack her lips.

   "Warren she said she don't know where he at." My mom said.

Candice you know she do." My dad yelled as Morgan stood up.

"Dad you know you talking to the wrong one." Morgan said as my dad looked at her.

"Morgan this my family. I need to protect y'all." My dad yelled as I felt my headache pounding harder.

"Warren stop." My mom yelled as I felt my headache pounding harder.

   "Warren stop." My mom said pulling him back as Morgan and dad were face to face.

   "Everyone just leave." I said standing up but regretted because I felt dizzy.

   "Maybe you should come home with us." My mom said rubbing my arm.

   "Mama he's not gone come back. I just want to sleep so can y'all just go." I said S she lightly smiled nodded her head.

"I will come over tomorrow." She said kissing my cheek grabbing daddy arm.

"I'm gone stag with you sis." Morgan said once every once left. Getting my dad to leave was hell.

"If you're hungry it's some left over lasagna I made in the fridge." I said as she turned on TV on.

"Aight thanks sis I'm here for you." She said as I smiled then turned around going upstairs. Going inside my room taking off my clothes leaving me in my underwear. Hearing a sound from my cellphone grabbing it from my dresser looking at it.

From Favorite Sissy Bree:
   We can have lunch tomorrow.

To Favorite Sissy Bree:
   Okay. Tomorrow at Spot of Tea at 2.

   Pressing send putting my phone back on my dresser pulling the covers back in getting in bed getting comfortable. Hearing a sound from my phone seeing I had a new message.

From Brandon:
I'm sorry India.

To Brandon:
I've heard that before leave me alone Brandon.

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Getting out my car grabbing the roses from the passenger seat shutting the door as I walked through the cemetery. Pushing my sunglasses closer to my face as I looked for his tombstone.

   "Mommy is so sorry." I said taking my glasses off putting the roses on the ground. Sitting down on the ground as I cried.

   "I hope you can forgive me." I said touching his name. Kayden Westbrooks. I was five months when I lost him. It was my fault too because u stayed with him even when he denied out son I still lived him. Everyone thinks I haves this picture perfect life. If they only knew.