BROKEN By: RONNEA STILES

Queen

Queen 19

I'd been sleeping in small motels for about a week ever since the whole situation with James dad went down. I still couldn't believe that his father was like that,he gave off this genuine impression that he was all godly and wanted the best for people when really he wanted to fuck and bust a nut in teenage girls. I sighed and put on some blue jean shorts and a blue tank top. I then wrapped my hair into a small bun. I was real hungry so I went to get some food. I left out of the motel with my big suitcase and started walking the streets. Most of my clothes were still at Cam's house. To be honest I did love that man, he was the only man who ever looked out for me. I know James is just as good but he's too good for me, his life is too perfect aside from his fucked up dad. I didn't want to mess up his life. I wasn't dumb and naive. I knew that's what people thought when they saw us together they thought I was a problem. I walked with my left hand in my pocket and the other one holding my suitcase when a familiar Monte Carlo pulled up on the curb next to me. It was my father, he got out walked around and leaned his back on the passenger side door of the car. He grabbed a cancer stick from behind his ear then lit it up and began to smoke it.
"I've really missed you baby girl".
"I've been working daddy".
"Baby girl I want to apologize for all that I've done . . . I miss you and I want you back home with me".
He stared at me but I couldn't look up at him eye to eye and keep a straight face because I'd break down.
"Daddy I can't come home".
"But why not . . . don't you love me?"
The wind started to blow my hair to the side.
"I do daddy . . . I love you a lot".
"Then come home with me please. I promise to treat you better. You're the only one I have left since your mother left us".
"She didn't leave dad she died!"
"Baby I know".
"You killed her remember! You beat her so badly don't you remember that! Huh how can't you remember this stuff!?"
He looked away shamefully at the thought of his actions. My heart began to hurt as the memory of the day my mother was beat to death by my father replayed in my head.
"Baby girl I want you to come home! I love you and I promise to be a better father".
"You can't do nothing for me".
I started to cry as my daddy brung me into his large and warm embrace as he always did in emotional moments like this between us. This time he held unto me so tight and for so long it was the first time in life I actually felt like he meant it. There was something about this hug.
"Baby come with me please I really love you and I promise I'm going to take care of you".
I looked up at my dad.
"You promise?"
"Yes baby girl".
I grabbed my suitcase and got into his car. I really wanted to believe my dad and everything he said, hopefully he's not going to hurt me anymore. Even though he did beat my mother to her last there was also bad in her. She always complained and kicked him out, she would steal from us, and one day he got angry and just couldn't control his self. I forgave my daddy though and I even forgive him now, because he is my father.
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It's been two weeks since I came back home and it was great, it was now the beginning of July. It felt good to be in my bed, my father and I had just got done eating a great steak dinner. He was actually being very friendly. Now, I laid in my bed as my father sat on the end of it.
"Love you baby sleep tight".
"You too".
He gave me a kiss on the forehead, turned the lights off and walked out. I turned over and went to sleep.
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I woke up to the smell of alcohol all over my face. When I opened my eyes there my dad was standing over me pouring alcohol all over me. I pushed him back and quickly jumped up . He'd obviously been drinking. I knew and had a thought that everything felt too good to be true.
"Come here you lousy bitch!"
"Daddy leave me the hell alone!".
He ran over and grabbed me by my hair and banged my head hard into the headboard. I screamed in pain, as I felt my head start to bleed. I fell back on my bed as my daddy started taking my shirt off.
"Stop . . . please".
I begged but he took my shirt off. He then picked me up and carried me into his room. He threw me on his bed. I was so weak I couldn't even fight back.
"Where you get this huh?!!"
Barley able to look up I used the little amount of strength I had to see my dad holding eight hundred dollars.
"That's my money!"
I tried forcing myself to get up but he punched me in my face and I fell to the ground. Blood started to come out of my mouth. He picked me up grabbed me by my neck and slammed me into his glass mirror. Tears rolled down my face as I fell hard back unto the ground glass falling and sticking into my arms. I screamed hard and loud in excruciating pain.
"So you won't tell me where you got it huh ?!"
My dad picked me up once again punching me in the face one last time. I could feel my face beginning to swell from his hard hits. That's when he took his pants off then mine forcing himself inside of me. I screamed loud from all the pain. That's when my world went black and my eyes closed.
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When I woke up my face was down on the hard concrete I got up and looked around. My arms were all bruised up but someone had cleaned the wounds. I had my suitcase lying next to me. I hurried to look inside to see if I still had my eight hundred dollars but I didn't. I screamed loud in anger at the sight of not seeing it. I Then began to beat on the suitcase. My body ached horribly but not as bad as my heart did. Why did I trust my dad? He took my money and left me in the street. I only had two dollars left in my pocket so I walked to a pay phone and dialed James number.
"James?!"
"Hello?"
"James this is Queen".
" . . . I haven't heard from you in like a month".
"I know I'm sorry but . . . I need you, could you please come pick me up?"
"I'm at the church where are you?"
I looked around at my surroundings. I didn't know exactly where I was. I looked up to see a street sign.
"Parkway".
"How the hell did you get down there!?"
"James please?"
I heard him sigh.
"Are you hurt?"
"No . . . "
"Well then I'm sure you're fine since you haven't talked to me for this long, you obviously don't need my help anymore".
I began to hang up the phone until he started talking again.
"I'm on my way just stay there".
"Thanks James!"
He hung up the phone, I stood there and waited.