Dear Diary,
I am on lockdown. Not able to make a call, text, or leave the house. Straight lockdown. I feel like I'm in jail or something. Every since Darrell read that text he's been down my neck even more. I'm only allowed to go to work and obey his every command. I've been so lost lately. I literally sit and wonder what I'm suppose to do in life? What is my next step in life? I don't know. I honestly just don't know..
Love,
Miranda"Hey M, come jump with me!" Kaylin called out.
I placed my pen into my diary and closed it, placing it on the bench beside me. It was a sweltering hot evening today. Kids running around the open fire hydrant as some sat in small pools they had. It was a very hot and uncomfortable day. I walked over to Kaylin, looking at the hop scotch she just made with multiple different color chalks. I smiled running my fingers through her curly hair.
"It's pretty munchkin. You go first."
I moved to the side, letting her go first. As she jumped, I counted along with her, still thinking heavily. I've been so lost for these past days. I haven't talked to nobody. Not Melissa. Not Dani. Not Drew. No body. Darrell took my phone and he only gives it to me when I go to work. He even picks me up and drops me off now. He says he can't trust me and I'm sneaky. I haven't had work in three days now which leaves me with staying home with Darrell when he's not at work.
"That was great munchkin!" I said, giving her a high five while smiling.
"Thanks M."
"Your welcome, Kay."
"Kaylin! What the hell I tell you about talking to strangers!?"
Both of our heads darted up to the balcony. Joanne, Kaylin's mother, stood there puffing down at her cigarette and her other hand held a bottle of vodka. Her worn out pink robe hung on her shoulder as her scarf was wrapped effortlessly around her head.
"She's not a stranger ma, this M."Kaylin stated, glaring at me then back at her mother.
"I don't give a damn who that is! Bring yo ass up here!"She yelled.
Kaylin pouted, looked at me then slowly made her way upstairs. I felt bad for her. Nobody wanted to be trapped in these small, hot apartments on a day like this.
I looked back up at her mama. She smoked away the rest of the cigarette then threw it down from the balcony. She glared at me one last time then went into the apartment and slammed the door. I shook my head, grabbed my diary then made my way to our apartment.
I hated days like this in this complex. There's too many people, everybody's sweaty and sticky which makes it even more hot. I closed the door to the apartment, feeling a slight breeze.
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Diary of A Broken Woman
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