Fighting Feelings

Chapter 10

The policemen tried to push him out the door . " hold the fuck up im her father " he snapped at them . His voice told me he was beyond pissed . I guess he would be knowing a man he already didnt like just rapped his daughter. Both officers looked at each over and let him go ., He surely pushed his way threw them my aunt followed along with my uncle . My aunt came over to my side . I turned my face away from her. My uncle stood beside my father as he sat down in the chair . He was angry but looked heart broken . I turned away from him I couldn't look at him . I felt bad even though I didnt do anything or did I ?

"India . ." she brushed her hand over my face . I flinched I damn sure didnt want to be touched . " India I'm sorry " I bite my lip hard , that damn sorry .

(Durning The Rape)

- Bishop P.O.V -

Am I ready?Am I not? These questions was going threw my mind the last couple of days I just need to man the fuck up . I don't want to talked myself into back out . India that girl means the fucking world to me I dont wanna hurt her . I tossed a blue Tiffany box in the air catching it and throwing it back in the air . I stopped throwing it and looked inside of it for the hundredth time . I hope she likes this . Cost an arm and leg but Indians worth it .

I decided to take a nap this thinking was making my head hurt . I got up and went to pop an asprin . I washed it down with some water . I went back to my room and crashed down on the bed . I checked my phone it was 4:45pm still no text him India . I made a final decsion and I was sticking to it . No matter if she accepted it or not . The more I thought of her the more this crazy feeling was getting to me . Where ever she was something wont right . I.could feel it , she normally text me back by now . But I won't sweat it .

I woke up to loud ass police sirens . I got up I wanted to be nosey . " Bishop !!! Hurry come here! " I ran down the steps quick as hell hearing my mothers cry . She was running to go outside .I ran behind her and stopped dead in my tracks seeing Poilce cars and a crowd around India's house . I ran toward her house , I swear I almost had a heart attack seeing India on that streacher . My heart was skipping beats . My blood was beyond fucking boiling . We locked eyes for a quick minute but out connection was cut off by the doors shutting .

(Back to the Hospital)

-India's P.o.v-

Life seemed so fucked up laying in this hospital bed having to talk to poilce officers all day . Shit coulda been worse but still . It felt worse with a swallon mouth and face . I dont even wanna talk about my body. I been in here for six hours . Was my mother here ? Nope my dad hasnt said a word . He just sits n pats his foot looking hella pissed . My aunt tried to talk to him but doesnt work . He stares at me I can feel it . Id wish he stop makes me feel like I did something wrong . Even though I know I didnt . It just breaks my heart seeing everyone in here looking hurt and sad .I made things easy for all of us and drifted to sleep .