A Love Bizarre

Danger

Waking up the next day and looking around to see that I was in my old bedroom, I felt a sense of peace. I looked out my window to see the old bird house I built with my dad when I was 13.

Thankfully my parents didn't push me into talking about happened. They wanted to give me some time to myself.
Suddenly I smelled some good breakfast. I went downstairs to see my mother cooking some pancakes. I walk up to her and kiss her on the cheek.
"Hey mom."
"Hey honey. You feeling better?"
"A little bit. I'm just glad to be home. Where's dad?"
"He's in the garage playing some music."
I get up and just before I leave the kitchen my mom puts down her spatula.
"Oh no. You're not going there just yet. You better eat your pancakes before you go. Look at how thin you got."
"Okay mom."
I sat down and ate my pancakes.
Once I was done I went over to the basement where my dad keeps his instruments.
I saw him playing the guitar.
I sat down and I made my presents known by playing the drums.
He turned around and smiled.
"Baby girl, you're up!"
"Yep!"
"You feeling better?"
"Yeah."
"I know you might be feeling down but I just want to know that we're so proud of you. Whatever the trouble is, we love you and we will always be your number one fans."
Hearing those words come from my father made me want to cry all over again.
"Thank you papa. Means a lot."
"How's Prince doing!" I tried not to look upset upon hearing his name.
"He's good papa. He's hired me to work for him."
"That's good."
Not it's not.
"Set a beat for me sweet heart. Just like old times."
"I smiled widely and began drumming."

                                🔸⚜🔸

I've been home just relaxing and trying to regain the strength to go on for about a week now. I still haven't felt the courage to talk to my parents so I decided to visit my childhood best friend, Angie.
"I'll be back soon mom," I said as I walked out the door.
"Sheila, it's not safe for you to go out by yourself. Someone might see you."
"That's why I have these shades and this baseball cap mom."
My mom still had this worried look.
"Okay be careful."
"I will mom."
Walking up to her doorstep, I didn't know what to expect. The two of us haven't seen each other a little over a year.
I knocked on the door to see her mother step out.
"Sheila?"
"Hey Mrs. Santos."
"Wow it's been awhile. I've seen you on T.V."
I smiled.
"Really? That's great."
"You're looking for my daughter?"
"Yes."
Her face started to change and grow irritated.
"She doesn't live here anymore."
"She moved out? Where can I reach her."
"She leaves down in 182 WoodBurg street."
The neighbourhood her mother mentioned was a really known neighbourhood. It was notorious for its gang violence.
"Thank you Mrs. Santos."
"I really wish she turned out like you."
I gave her a fake smile and walked off. I didn't know what to say to that comment. It was certainly unsettling.

On my way to the neighbourhood there was a lot of construction. I had to slow down. There were danger signs appearing. The danger signs spread across the whole area until I finally drove up to the neighbourhood. I put back on my big shades on and baseball cap before getting out of the car.
I walked up to the door and knocked on it a few times.
The door opened and it was Angie. I almost didn't recognize her. She died her hair black and she her skin looked a bit pale. She had a massive black eye. She was holding a baby that looked no more than 2 months old.

"Angie?"
"Who's asking?" She says as she squints her eye at me.
"Angie, it's Sheila." I said as I took my cap off and my sunglasses.
"Sheila... Oh my goodness."
She seemed like she was trying real hard to seem happy to see me.
We stood there in an awkward silence. I was waiting for her to let me in.
"Can I come in."
"Uh.. Of course." She says as she looked around outside.
She makes way and I walked inside her home. It was a mess inside. I thought perhaps that's why she was reluctant to let me in. There was a messy ashtray on the table full of used cigarettes. There were dirty diapers laying around. I was hesitant to sit on the couch.
The baby in her arms was a sleep.
"I'm just going to take her to bed. I'll be back in a minute."
"Sure. No problem. Take your time."
I finally took a seat on the couch and waited. I couldn't help but wonder what the hell happened to Angie. I didn't even know she had a boyfriend or husband, let alone a child.
I started to feel a little regret coming.
She finally gets down stairs as sits down on the couch across from me.
She puts on a wide smile.
"It's been while Sheila, what brings you back here?"
"I missed my family. Life in L.A has been pretty stressful."
"Right, guess it's not at all as glamorous as it seems on tv", she says as she picked up a pack of cigarettes off the table and lit one up.
I felt awful about complaining about my life in front of her.
"What happened to your eye if you don't mind asking?"
"I fell."
"Wow sorry."
I was a little unconvinced that falling is why caused a black eye.
"So you have a baby now! What's her name."
There was a brief silence.
"Sheila."
"You named her Sheila?"
"Yeah. I guess I was feeling nostalgic."
"I'm sorry we lost contact."
"Are you?" She says as she takes another puff of her cigarette.
She started to sound pissed.
"A lot of shit has happened since you went on to be famous."
"I can see that."
For moment she really looked like she was about to cry.
"Who's the father?"
"His name is Kenny."
"I see. Does he live with you guys?"
"Yeah, what? Did you think I had this baby do to a one night stand?"
"No. I was just wondering."
"Oh so no you want know what's been happening in my life? Now you want to check up on me?"
"I'm sorry. I know we lost contact but it's none of our faults."
"You should have called Sheila."
I started to feel guilty.
Suddenly the door starts to make a noise like someone's using a key to open it up.
I looked over to Angie who had fear in her eyes.
"He's home early today. I didn't think he was going to come home so soon."
I got up and the door opened. We were in the living room so I couldn't see who came in. I was guessing it was the baby's father.
"Sheila, put your shades and cap on now."
Without hesitation I grabbed my cap and sunglasses and put it on.
He walked over to the living room. He was this big tall white man with a dirty white t-shirt and an unevenly shaved beard. He had a case of beer in his hand. He looked shocked. He starred at me and looked at Angie.
"Who the fuck is this?"
My heart started to beat fast. I wasn't sure what the hell I got myself into.
I looked over to Angie who was shaken.
I started to come to the conclusion that Angie's black eye wasn't caused by falling.
"Babe, calm down this is an old friend."
"What did I tell you about inviting strangers into my fucking house."
"She was just leaving", she says as she looks at me.
"Bye Angie", I say as I head for the door.
I avoided eye contact with him so that he wouldn't recognize me. Suddenly he tightly griped my arm and pulled me back.
"Hey wait a minute", he said with his breath smelling like alcohol. He squinted his eyes to get a closer look at me. My heart was beating uncontrollably.
He instantly dropped his case of beer and smacked my cap off and snatched my glasses.
"Hey what the hell are you doing?" I shouted as I tried to get is hand of me. I tried my best to look away so he wouldn't recognize me.
"Kenny baby let go of her.", Angie screamed.
He was able to grip my face and bring it closer to his.
"No way. Sheila fucking E?"
"I'm not Sheila." I tried to lie.
"No I know you're Sheila E."
At this point I was so scared my legs started tremble.
"Kenny please", Angie tries to plead.
"Shut the fuck up. Go upstairs." He demanded.
"No!" She yelled as she tried to help me out of his grip.
He was able to push her off hard enough that she fell back and hit her head on the edge of the table. I started cry as the situation was getting too real.
"Get off me. Let me go!" I shouted.
Angie looked like she was too injured to get up.
He was staring at me like a hot plate of dinner.
He started to lick his lips. He then leaned in to try and kiss me. I moved my head away. He grabbed my face. He then pressed his sloppy lips on mine. I struggled to get out of it but he was so strong. Hot tears continued to stream down my face. He lifted his lips off me and looked at me.
"Whatever happened to the glamorous life Sheila? Did it get boring?" He taunted as I was still struggling to get away from him.
His breathing got heavy. He forcefully pressed his body against mine. I was able to feel his erection against my thigh.
I started to get a similar feeling that I had when I was 5 years old. A feeling I prayed I'd never feel again. I started panicking looking for a way to get out of this mess. Angie was still laying on the floor.
He lifted me up over his shoulders. I was dangling helplessly as he started climbing up the stairs. I grabbed the staircase railing to stop him from going any further upstairs. He ripped my hands off it. I screamed and screamed hoping someone could hear. I started thinking about my mother's worried look as I went out today.
He carried me inside their bedroom he slammed me against the bed. The bouncing made it difficult to try and get up quickly. He jumped on top of me and held me down. I used every last bit of energy fighting him off. He had enough. He punched me hard in the temple. It caused me to be dizzy and weak. I tried to fight back some more but the movement of my limbs became difficult and everything seemed like it was moving slowly.
"I'm going to have so much fun with you. Sheila", he said as she started feeling me up. He started to grab my breasts. He then lifted my shirt up and ran his fingers inside my bra.
I was trying my hardest not to fall a sleep. I was still dizzy barely holding up from the punch I took to my temple. He started running his hands down to my jeans and started to unzip my pants.
"Please", I begged softly.
"Shuuuush. I'm going to fuck your brains out", he whispered as he pulled my pants down and all the way off.
I started frantically blinking my eyes try and stay up.
I hear him unbuckling his pants.
This is it. It's about to happen again. The adrenalin in my body has gone on overdrive.
He began grabbing the hem of my underwear.
With the little fight I had left in me, I struggled to grip his wrist to get him away from my underwear. He then slapped my hand away as he continued to pull my underwear off.