Fifty Shades of Fucked Up | A Chris Brown Story

Introduction.

Authors note: So because I'm limited to mobile updating I'll just be working on this and another short story I have an idea on until I can get another computer. Let me know what you think. ☺️

Nihzoni

"Girl, by time I come home tonight this house better be spotless or its your ass!" He ground out nastily. "Yes, mister." I wiped tear drenched my cheeks with my head lowered. Covering my bare body I hurriedly made my way to the basement. Mister doesn't think I deserve a room because I'm not worth a pot to piss in. So he threw a mattress down the basement and told me that's where I'm to sleep and if he catches me sleeping anywhere else he would beat me black and blue.

Nihzoni is my name and survival is the game.

Especially after what he did to my Momma a few months back I try to stay on Mister's good side, but that's like mission impossible. He doesn't like me and I don't know why. No, Mister isn't my father, but he was my Momma's husband until she passed. She caught him making a move on me and she told me to run far away from the house and I did.

Besides the fact they were fighting I don't know the details all I know is that my Momma died trying to protect me. I came back the next day when Mister was supposed to be at work to see if she was okay. We see what that got me.

Lifetime of slavery.

Gathering the things I needed I showered and as quickly as I could I got dressed and headed to the bus stop. If I was to miss the bus Mister will beat me. If I did anything he beat me, honestly. Even if the wind blew my hair in my face he'd beat or rape me. Majority of the time it's both. I think it makes him feel good. I guess being "dark as tar" as he puts it does me some good since the bruises aren't really visible.

Once I did make it to the bus stop I waited with the other kids kicking at the rocks softly. I could hear them snickering like always and it's gotten to the point where it doesn't bother me anymore. I come to school literally a bloody mess sometimes and instead of someone helping they throw rocks at me.

Like last week, Mister didn't like the way I made his breakfast so he landed a few face shots on me busting my lip and a small gash under my eye from his class ring. My clothes were a little tore to, but no one even tried to help me. So I sat in the back of the bus and cried silently. As fucked up school is for me it's the only place I can feel somewhat safe. I'm in my own world and no one can hurt me because I blinked the wrong way.

Sometimes I wish he would just kill me and I don't have to endure this torture anymore. I was dealt this hand so I guess I have to play it the best way I can...right?