Save Me

Dangerously in Love

"It's freezing baby, you sure you don't wanna go home?" Jay asked me.

"No, I'm fine," I said, my voice sounding so shaky.

It was 30 degrees outside and the wind was blowing hard outside. It was unusual for it to be this cold in Texas but it is late night in winter. I remember the time we traveled to NY for one of my pageants, that's where Jay is actually from. It was freezing to me but to the people there it was the norm for winter. I almost died.

"You sure? I'm used to the cold, you aren't Giselle," 

"Corey, I am fine, I wanted to see ya," I said with a chuckle and he laughed.

"Mhm, you look beautiful bey,"

"Boy bye," I said jokingly.

All I had on was a thin LV jacket, sweatpants, and basic brown boots. My hair  was tucked nicely into a bun that was covered by a gold satin bonnet. I don't see how I looked beautiful at all. I honestly didn't care how either of us looked. I wanted to see Jay and here we are. My parents would never approve of him. They want me to date some boy named Lyndall, he's from a wealthy and prominent family. My family wants me to only be around those type of people and it annoys me immensely.

So here I am, sneaking around to see the love of my life. I can see him at school but it's not the same. My nose is so deep in my books that I don't have the time to spend quality time with him. He took off his jacket and put it over mine. I kissed him on the lips and he deepened it. I opened my mouth and let his tongue delve deeper into my mouth. I needed him, I craved him. I've known him since I started middle school, but we didn't officially meet until last year. It was my birthday, I had just turned 14. My parents threw me a huge party. I snuck out to get some fresh air.

Everyone was suffocating me with fake smiles, and over extravagant gifts. Trying their best to impress my parents. I could have cared less in all honesty. When I left I walked and walked until I ended up in what my dad called the "Devil's Row" which was really just the housing projects. These three boys had came up to me. They were all wearing baggy clothes and snap backs. One was smoking a joint and the other had a pistol stuffed in his pants.

All I had on was a skimpy little black dress with some black heels. I was developed for my age. Not my breasts but my booty well let's just say it was a feature that was hard to miss. My hair was long and straight with a middle part. I had on a gold necklace and my clutch was in my hand. I didn't know whether they were going to try to rob or rape me. They attempted the latter. The one with the gun stuffed in his pants pushed me up against a corner and started feeling me up while the other one shoved his hands up my dress.

I screamed out but they covered my mouth and they continued to do what they did. I kicked and clawed at them but they just punched me in my stomach. I curled over in pain while they started pulling up my dress.

"Get off her," I heard some male voice yell.

Soon I felt the guys get pulled off of me and when I looked up there he was. He had beat them up for me, his knuckles had the other guy's blood drenched on them and his lips was a little swollen. They must have hit him one time.

"Thank you," I said and he did nothing but nod.

"Lemme help you,"

"Nah go home ma,"

"No, lemme help you,"

He realized that I wasn't going to leave so he just grabbed me and led me to his home. No one else was there. It was small but for some reason it seemed like love was filled in it. My house was like a museum, beautiful but empty feeling. He led me to his bathroom and opened up the medicine cabinet.