Queen 3
It's been two weeks since I've last seen my dad and to be completely honest I miss him. I know that's really odd and strange to say but I do. I mean "hey at least I got a good meal when I was with him". I was sitting down in this local run down diner waiting for someone to notice me and would feel some type of sympathy for me, to offer and buy me something to eat. I haven't had a bath and I've got on the same clothes from the night I left my dad's house which was two weeks ago. The only thing that was actually clean on me was my teeth and that's only because I stole toothpaste and a toothbrush from a local store, the manager saw me and kicked me out but I still kept the things I took. I honestly don't know what to do, the only thought that keeps coming into the back of my mind is that boy who I met at the church, the chubby light skinned boy. Maybe I could go there and get some help. I know I acted like a bitch and everything, but I was angry and acted on impulse knowing I needed the help. Maybe someone like him one of "God's people" could help me out. That would be a long walk from where I am now but there's a good chance they'll help me out and give me somewhere to stay so I need to go back to the church.
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Today no one seemed to be at the church. The only car I saw outside in the parking lot was a truck that was silver. I started to feel stupid thinking
"Maybe I should just go back home."
But my old man hasn't found me all this time so I should just keep moving, but where?
That's when that boy walked out of the church he looked as though he was closing up. He turned around to see me, he jumped a bit as if he were startled but then a slight smile appeared on his face. I tightened my grip up in my face trying to hold a regular but discerning look as he walked over to me. It was daylight and the sun shined down on my dark skin.
"You came back I see ".
"I'd like to take you up on your offer could . . . you help me?"
He looked at me weird. I couldn't comprehend what he was thinking.
"If I recall correctly you said you didn't need help".
He smirked.
I wasn't in the mood so I just rolled my eyes and turned to walk away, but before I did he grabbed my wrist.
"Wait . . . Please I was just joking . . . I can help you out. I'm on my way home right now actually. I'm sure my parents will help you there".
"I don't know . . . "
"Trust me please there's more creeps sitting around here just waiting to try and get you into their cars but I'm not that person okay. If you honestly want my help then get in, if you don't and want to be obstinate go back to where you came from or stay stranded waiting for one of them to catch you".
He then turned and walked away from me looking serious but sweet. I looked around to see who would actually be watching I saw no one, I shrugged my shoulders and yelled
"Wait!"
I did want his help and so I ran over to his car.
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BROKEN By: RONNEA STILES
Romantizm~ BROKEN~ Raped constantly by her father, and no trust with anyone. Queen's life is falling apart. That's until she meets church boy James. James is like her hero. But Queen doesn't know if she should trust him because all that she has been through...
