My life? I'd say I have it pretty good. I have great parents, great friends and I attend a pretty cool public high school.
I have no best friend or close friends because I somehow became friends with all the teens at my school. There's no cliques or anything. I would tell you my crush but it's kind of too early to reveal that so let's start off from middle school.
At age 10 I moved to Boston, Massachusetts from Jacksonville, Florida. My dad's a minister so of course he travels and he decided it was time for the family to move after my mom had my little brother Justin. He was only 11 months at the time. It took time to adjust to my new surrounding area called home. I really didn't mind it because I loved going new places.
It's been seven years and I can say I enjoy living up here in the north. All though I still can't stand the freezing weather.
"Tyla it's time to go to choir practice." my mom yelled from the bottom of the steps.
Yes. I am you typical stereotypic church girl. When you're father's a minister then your whole life is devoted to the church. But I honestly don't mind. I enjoy being by my father's side as he reads from the bible.
"Coming!" I replied fixing my high ponytail and brushing my knee length skirt. I rushed down the steps in my black flats and went into the hallway closet to retrieve my coat since it was late Autumn.
"Do you think I'll have a solo this week mom?" I asked. I've never had a solo before so ever since I turned sixteen which was last year.
"I'll see Ty but no promises. Now lets go before we're late." she responded heading out the door. I following after her.
We weren't even 10 minutes away from the church when my mom said "I forgot the money for Lauren's fundraiser! Baby you keep going and I'll be there later."
"But mo-"
"Go now before you're late. And keep walking. Don't stop understand?"
"Yes ma'am"
She kissed my forehead and started walking back in the opposite direction. I turned around and kept walking like age said. Most people think that Boston is full of boring white but their idea is all wrong. Boston is actually mixed with a diversity of whites and blacks. No I'm not mixed with anything at all if you were thinking that. Not even close to being it if I wanted too.
In the city you have your druggies, sellers, alcoholics etc. At night is when you're really unsafe on the streets. No matter if you're under street lights or not. These streets are dangerous and my dad's church happened to be around that type of vibe.
I was only a block away from the church when someone tugged on my arm and covered my mouth. My first instinct was to scream so I did which only made my attacker press his hand against my mouth even harder. I flailed my arms and legs around trying to get away. I even bit their hand but they were wearing gloves.
I saw a second figure walk towards me and my attacker smirking. From his shadow on the ground I could tell he was a male figure.
The man pointed at a white van and my attacker started pushing me towards it. I tried standing my ground but the attacker was much stronger than me. After a minute of me trying to scramble away the man helped my attacker get me in the van.
I knew they sensed my fear due to the fact of my tears coming out and down my face rapidly. The man slammed the back doors and hit it twice.
I'm assuming that meant to be quiet because my attacker sat me in between their legs, crossed their legs around my hips and pulled me against their chest with one arm around my arms and torso with his other one covering my mouth.
"Hey Mrs. Butler."
As soon as he said Mrs. Butler, I knew instantly he was talking to my mom. Knowing that I had started to shake my whole body so she could save me.
"I'm doing well Terrell. How are you? When are you going to start coming back to church? I haven't seen you at any service for the last 2 years. You know you'll be blessed by The Lord if you-"
"I know Mrs.B but look I have to go. I'll see you later" I heard him say.
I started to squirm even more knowing I may not be saved by my own blood all because she wears hearing aids.
Some seconds later I felt the can start up and began to move. I was still squirming and kicking while my attacker was trying to keep me still.
"Little girl if you don't sit still I'll break every bone in your damn body." He said releasing me.
I flaunted to the other side of the van sitting in a fetal position. I looked at my attacker who met my eyes with an annoyance look on his muscular face.
"Aye Rayan I think she'd be a good one." The guy Terrell said while driving.
This Rayan guy changed his face into amusement smirking to the side of his face. I took in his features seeing that he had tattoos on both arms and some on his neck continuing down his chest. I could only tell thus because he had on a white v-neck that was short sleeved. He had a lot of hair pulled back in a ponytail. I assumed that he was around his early 20's from his features.
"What's wrong beautiful?" Rayan asked me.
All I could do was produce tears while staring at him in fear praying to God that I'd make it alive within the next five minutes.
"I said what's wrong beautiful?"
I didn't respond to him. After a minute of having a stare down with him he grabbed my right leg pulling me toward him with much force and power. I ended up hitting my head on the floor of the steel van. Rayan sat on my torso grabbing my face with his right hand and then began lifting my skirt up with his other hand.
I had no idea what he was doing but I knew it was wrong because my mom always told me that only my husband is allowed to do that. I tied reaching for his arm to stop but my arms were short. He smirked at me once he had lifted it far enough to expose my underwear. He chuckled and turned towards the driver Terrell.
"Terrell she got on granny panties. I ain't tappin this shit. Plus her pussy's probably a forest." He said.
I closed my eyes because I was scared and embarrassed. Soon enough I felt a hand in my underwear rubbing against my area. Immediately I started crying harder while he felt all around. As soon as he had inserted his hand, he snatched it out. Mentally I thanked Jesus while closing my legs to the side.
"She's surprisingly clean nigga." Rayan said looking at me. "We're gonna have fun with you."
After he said that the van came to a total stop and the back door of the van flew open.
Rayan pulled me up by my arm and threw me out the van. I ended up falling face first causing my bottom lip to bust.
"Get the fuck up stupid bitch" Terrell said pulling me up.
By now I felt weak and helpless. We were standing outside of what seemed like a house in the middle of the city where there's no civilization in sight.
Terrell dragged me by my arm into the house and stopped at a door in the kitchen. Ray opened it and I instantly started pleading.
"Please don't make me stay down there." I said with fear trying to tear away from Terrell's grip. One thing I fear is the dark. That's where the Devil can catch you easily and I would have an anxiety attack.
The men ignored my pleading and begging, bringing me down into the dark room tying me to a pole in the middle of the room.
Once they were done they both started walking up the stairs. Rayan turned to before he shut the door saying
"Pray to your God because you're gonna need all the damn blessings your ass can get"
