My Issa

Chapter 8... Its All In My Head

**WARNING! GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS**

  As the realization that my life was definitely over, I gave one last gasp of air as Julius held me on the wall by my neck. I began seeing black spots and as they grew larger and larger, my vision went black.

  He'd said that my performance was slutty. He gropped my chest and told me that I would always be his. He pull my shorts down, revealing the scar of his initial on my hip. I remember him bringing out a pocket knife and slicing over it again, making it larger and more visible. He slapped me harder than he ever had, pulled my hair and demanded I keep it short. Now I lay on the floor while he violated me or ran away, I was to numb to tell. 

  My only thoughts were of Issa, Quees, and Jean... mostly Issa of course. Missing him was my only task as I drifted further and further away from life. How could such a perfect night turn into hell? So fast?

  As I came to, I felt someone shaking me, begging me to open my eyes, his tears falling on me. My body tingled and my hip was scorching. I heard Jacquees come in saying they couldnt find anything.

  "H-h-he was here," I could barely speak. "He choked me and this," my hand blood stained, shined with the crimson substance dripping. 

  "Who was here Sasha?" Quees said opening a first aid kit.

 Issa lifted my head onto his lap. "Julius. He pulled my hair, he touched me..." I looked off towards a wall. "I was sitting here. Waiting for you." Quees cleaned the gash, when I felt the alcohol hit the fresh wound I screamed making Issa wrap me in his arms. Quees wraped a guaze pad around my waist."

 "Im gonna kill him Issa," Quees said standing up. "Shes my baby sister, this shouldnt have happend."

  "Uhm... Quees, shes older than you but I get it." Issa picked me up and carried me to the car. It was a silent ride back to the hotel.

  "This ruined the trip," I said when we were finally in the hotel room.

 "Why you say that?"

  "Because now we cant have fun... go to the beach. Im ugly with this gash on my hip."

  "Sasha," he said pulling me closer to him. "You are beautiful. No scar can make you ugly unless you let it."

  I rested my head on his chest. "I love you so much."

  "Im just mad I wasnt there ti help you. I shouldve been there."

  "Dont blame yourself, its no bodies fault. We just need better security.

  "Why were you alone anyways?"

  "Jean and Lashae were putting the stuff away and I guess adter that she went to hang out with Quees."

  "Next time you stay with somebody."

  "Yes sir," I laughed.

   "You still in pain?"

   "Yeah a little. Nearly dying does that to you. I swear, if he wouldnt have let me go I wouldnt be here."

  "Im so sorry," he laid next to me and rubbed my shoulder.

  "It hurt so bad," I said letting the tears fall over. "He looked at me with so much hate in his eyes."

  He held me til I fell asleep.

  The next morning I got up and took off the bandages. I got in the shower slowly and started to see all the bruises, around my neck, my back, my face, my legs... I looked like a damn tiger.  I covered my body and curled into a ball in the corner of the shower, ignoring the aching of my body.

  I didnt deserve this, I didnt deserve to feel like this. My head was pounding and my hair was soaked. "Babe?" Issa opened the door to the bathroom. He opened the shower, "Aw baby, come here." He turned off the shower and picked me up. He wrapped a towel around me and sat me on the sink. "Whats going on babe?"

  "My body... I look horrible."

  "You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen..  Words cant describe how beautiful you are."

  I smiled a little... he always knew what to say.

  "Thats my girl. Now go get dressed, we're going out for breakfast."

  "Okay," I left out the bathroom. I put on a floral long skirt and and tank and pulled my hair in a sloppy bun. When Issa came out I was half way through my make up. "Heels or flats?"

  "Heels. I love your legs in heels."

  "Toss my the black platforms please," I asked putting away everythings. He placed them next to me. "Thanks babe." After I put on my shoes Issa took my hand and we headed to the elevator. Issa had on a black v-neck and cargos, black Jordans and a snapback. 

  "Whatchu biting your lip for?" He smirked at me.

  "Just admiring you," when we got to the lobby, we saw everybody sitting. 

  "Dude I still dont get how you got the baddest girl Ive ever seen," someone said.

  "Its his eyes I swear," Darnell said.

  "Nahh hes just sexy," I smirked.

 "You feeling better," Jacquees asked.

  "Yeah, Im good. Relaxed."

  "Sasha?!" I turned around. Is it the return of the exs or what! A few feet away stood by ex...girlfriend. Still cute as ever... gosh those dimples.

  "Uh babe, whos that?" Issa asked as she walked over to us. 

  "Long story short, shes another ex."

  "You're bi?!"

  "SHH! Maybe I dont know."

  "How've you been? Still the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

  "Im good Kendra. This is my boyfriend Issa. And these are his friends," I said gesturing to them. 

  "You went back to men?" 

  Completely ignoring that I said, "Still got them dimples."

   She laughed, "Yeah, well I'll see you around."

  "Bye!" I turned to face the guys, "Yes I was with a girl. You can shut your mouths now."

  I felt Issa wrap his arms around my waist. "It doesnt matter. You're mine now."

  "Exactly. It was just a phase anyways."

  "So..when were yall together?"

  "She was the rebound. I thought I was ready to move on and when I first saw her I thought she was a boy. Then we had gym together and she was in the girls locker room and we-"

  "WHOA!" Everyone said. "We do not wanna know."

  "I was just gonna say we talked."

  "Oh." I sighed and rocked back and forth until I saw our limo pull up and Issa oulled me towards the doors. 

  "Issa! I have on 6 inch heels!!"

  He sighed and picked me up bridal style and crried me "I have on a skirt you know." 

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