Bred To Kill

Queen POV

Summer was at its peak, and here I was sitting on a bench, trying to figure out where I was going to lay my head on this cool June night. Ever since that incident with Benny, I had only been back to that house once to get everything that could fit into my duffle bag. After that I haven’t been back to that house. I pulled out my phone and saw that once again, I had over fifty text and voice messages from Lo, but I just couldn’t find it in my heart to call her back. I knew that out of everyone she wouldn’t be the one to judge me, but I didn’t want to burden her with my problems. I sighed deeply before gathering my things and taking a walk toward a known spot for the homeless to sleep. By the time I got to the spot, there were a lot of people laid out in boxes and huddled under covers. Finding a secluded spot, I placed my duffle bag on the ground and curled up with my blanket, trying to get some sleep. Once in a deep sleep I felt someone yank my duffle bag from underneath me, causing my head to hit the ground. Fully awake, I saw two people running away with my bag in tow. Hopping up and running after them, I saw that it was a man and woman. “Aye, get yo’ bitch asses back here with my shit!” I yelled as I pushed myself to run faster to keep up with them. Finally catching up to the woman who hand my duffle bag, I extended my arm and grabbed her shirt sleeve, dragging her down to the ground and began to beat the shit out of her. In her best efforts to block my blows, she clawed at my arms and screamed loudly. I was so focus on her that I didn't even notice the man running back in our direction. Before I knew it he knock me upside my head, causing me to fall to the ground. My head started to spin as I held onto the side of my head where I felt thick liquid oozing onto my hands. The woman pushed me off her before trying getting to her feet to run off again, but I gripped onto my duffle bag, causing some of its contents to spill out onto the ground. Grabbing what they could in their hands, they took off running again while I laid on the ground. My vision started to get blurry as I pick the remaining things off the ground. The only thing them fuckers left was my work uniform and my picture of King and me. Tears slowly rolled down my face. What I do to deserve this? was all I thought before everything faded to black. When I awoke I was laying in the ER with a banging headache. I reached up and held the throbbing right side of my head that was now bandage up. I looked around and I saw nurses shuffling around attending to other patients. Grabbing the clear plastic bag filled with my work uniform and my picture, I ran out the ER and didn’t look back. Once out of the hospital I finally swallowed my pride and check myself into a women's shelter. Even though I didn't want to be there, anything beat sleeping on the streets again and getting attacked in my sleep.