For the Road (A Tyga Story)

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Time: 10:30 a.m.

Date: Saturday, November 9, 2013

Location: Compton, California, 700 West Laurel Street A210

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♚ H A T H O R ♚

I haven't been myself since the rape a few days ago. I don't say a word, I don't get out of bed, I don't eat, and I definitely don't sleep. I seriously feel completely worthless in this huge world, I feel like I'm not good enough to take a fresh breath. I just don't understand how God let me get raped more than once? Was I just a mistake he made and he's hoping that I give up? Cause if that's what he wants then I will gladly help him out. Suicide has been the only thing on my mind for the past four days, and the ways on killing myself are getting better and better. I haven't tried killing myself because I want to prove myself to God, and everyone else who's tried to take advantage of my existence, that I'm going to succeed in life. Even though I've had many, many, many pit stops and falls, I'm gonna keep going, I have to keep going. One day I do plan on being in a relationship and starting a family and all that other good stuff, but it'll be a long while before I get there. The only thing I want to know is why I, out of all people, got picked to live this life? What did I do wrong?

Michael has been trying so hard to get me to do something. Ever since he brought me home from the hospital and out me in bed, I haven't moved from that spot. I don't drink anything, so I haven't had to pee, I probably smell a little bit, my breath tastes disgusting, and my hair is a mess. I just can't bring myself to do anything, I feel like as soon as I move, I'll feel Ricardo's cold hands all over my body. Michael hasn't really left my side for more than an hour, because if he does I start hyperventilating and pass out. Auntie, Trell, Heather, and Pasionaye have come by to see me every day, but I don't know why because I'm not moving. I think it's because no one knows where my mother is. Neither I nor anyone else, has seen her since Ricardo raped me and I'm worried like hell. I need her more than I need anyone else right now, but she just went AWOL on me. I've actually been working on getting out of bed so I can find her, but it's just too hard. I guess it's time for me to pick my head up cause it's been down this whole entire time, and someone once told me to never look down-even if I'm weak.

I moved my legs, and they were extremely stiff, so stiff that it hurt. Opposed to all the pain, I got up and stretched my life out. I smiled and immediately felt the splits in my lips due to dryness. I tried to lick over them, but my tongue was dry too. I went into the bathroom and drank from the faucet for what felt like ages. When I finished, I did the hygiene thing and went back in the room. It felt good to shower and brush my teeth, it probably took me more than an hour to shower and more than thirty minutes to brush, but at least I'm clean. Michael wasn't in the room, so I just got dressed in the open. I grabbed my phone and went downstairs.

I saw Michael sitting at the dining room table staring off into space. My voice was a little hoarse because I haven't used it in so long, so I didn't bother to say anything. I walked up to him and tapped his shoulder; he jumped then looked up at me. His eyes lit up and he smiled wide, he stood to his feet and embraced me in a hug. I hugged him back just as tight, and we stayed like that for a good five minutes.