Queen 5
The lady walked me around their huge house it was so luxurious. Stainless steel appliances, bronze hardwood floors, fresh paint on the walls. I thought the outside was amazing until I got to look around the inside of it. Their house was the type of house you would see in movies with the perfect rich family who had everything or one you would see in commercials. They must have money I thought, they have to, but I just had a real uneasy feeling about all of this. For some reason I felt as if I wanted to run out and go back home to my father. I really miss him a lot. I knew deep down inside though that these people where the only good I had left if I wanted to get help.
"My daughter will let you borrow some of her clothes. How old are you again sweetie?"
"I'm 16 ma'am ".
"Great well my daughter isn't here right now but she's not too much older then you . . . Hmm you guys look as if you're bout the same shape and size".
She said while glancing over at my body. She walked into a huge room and I could tell it was her daughters, she looked through a couple drawers but had finally found some pants and a shirt.
"I think these will do for now".
She handed me her daughters clothes and walked me to a bathroom. Even the bathroom was huge I just couldn't believe I was in a house like this.
"There's towels, soap, and shampoo in the closet . . . Once you're done getting cleaned off come down for dinner there's a ham in the oven just as we speak".
She said while smiling.
I smiled at her as she walked out of the bathroom. I couldn't figure it out but I wondered why she was so friendly. I guess I'll save that thought for later. I start to take off my dress which I was so happy to do since I'd been wearing it for two weeks straight now. I looked at my body in the body mirror. I had a nice thick body for my age but the only thing I hate was the scars left over from my dad's beatings at home, they stick there on my skin like tattoos. I then looked up at my face, it was smooth and chocolate I had short curly dangling hair that laid down to my shoulders. My old man always said no man would ever find me beautiful and I'd believe him but sometimes, just sometimes I think he's wrong. I hastily looked away ashamed of my body and face. I grabbed the towel, shampoo and soap from the closet and started to run the shower water. As I got into the shower the hot water stung to my skin but it felt so good. Finally I was starting to feel clean again.
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BROKEN By: RONNEA STILES
Romansa~ 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...
