Love and War

Chapter 1

Toya..

'Damn' I groaned as I stumbled. It was 10:30pm and the chill breeze had me shaken a little. I zippied my jacket up all the way to my neck and stuffed my hand into my jacket pocket. I had just come back from the mall , I brought me a couple of outfits and shoes. I may have been a Foster Child but I had money. Money from both of my dead parents. My Mom and Dad died in a car accident when I was 10 and I was placed in Foster Care. Just Imagine the shit I went through in there. I Don't even wanna get into it. When I Turned 18 They handed me a Check from my mother and fathers death , and told me to hit the road. Since I didn't have family nor friends, I stayed at hotels til I found me a apartment.

I Heard Footsteps behind me but every time I turned around , Nobody was there. I looked behind me then continued to keep walking. I Licked my lips, they were getting crusty from the night breeze. I pulled out a tube of carmex and applied some to my lips. As Soon as I opened my hand bag to place it back in , I was snatched up and dragged to a van. They covered my mouth to block out my screams. I Heard 3 voices telling whoever grabbed me to knock me out. I Began to cry and struggle , Hitting him with my fist and bag Thats when I felt strong hands grab my throat and cover my mouth with a piece of cloth. I tried to hold my breath But I couldn't breath. Soon I Blacked out.

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I woke with a massive headache. My hands were cuffed in front of me. I began to panic, yelling, kicking, and crying.

"GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" I yelled. I looked around, it was dark. I squinted my eye's which let me see around clearly. I was in a bedroom on the floor next to a bed. I pulled myself up, my wrist hurt bad with the cuffs but I didn't give a fuck.

"Help me!" I yelled stumbling, my head hurt and I felt light headed. I heard footsteps and people talking. Then the door to the room flew open blinding me with the light. I covered my eye's with my hands. I heard two deep voices talking about me.

"Yeah, Boss gone like this one, shit she making my dick hard! He should let me fuck her first." One dude said walking towards me. I backed away from him. The other dude by the door turned on the light and grinned at me.

My vision was blurry, but I can still make him out. He was tall, around 6'1 , bald headed, thick lips and dark almost black. I had to admit he was alright looking, but I wasn't worried about all that. I needed to get out of here.

The dude that stood in front of me was also tall, probably around the other dude's height, light skinned, thin lips, tattoos ran along his small neck. He was skinny, but had muscles. He licked his lips and ran his hand over his small baby curls.

"Yeah," He chuckled. I began to feel tears cloud my eyes. I could never catch a break.

The light skinned Dude grabbed my arm and led me out of the room, and down the hall. I struggled and screamed but he didn't stop dragging me, until I kicked the back of his knees "You Bitch " He growled letting me go and slapping me. My cheek burned and I began to sob. "Do That shit again , And You will Pay !" He said grabbing me by my arm ,yet once again and pulling me. I didn't know where we were going , the house was big. We passed plenty rooms. When we turned the corner and climbed the stairs, I was pushed into a big room. There was a big Bed that sat up high , A Big flat screen t.v that hung on the wall , A long picture of 2pac That hung over the bed , and A a red clay colored long desk that sat in front of a long window. The chair was turned around , so I couldn't see who was sitting there. I was forced to sit on the ground , next to the lightskinned dude's feet.

"Boss ? " Lightskinned asked. "We have her. " I Looked up at him and he looked down at me , and grinned. Tears rolled down my cheek and I started to rock back and forth. I was glad I still had my clothes on , I haven't even noticed. It smelled like weed all through out the big room.