tRAPED™ [EDITING]

Chapter 1

I woke up next to him. I silently thanked God that he was sound asleep. I slowly got out of the bed, making sure not to wake him. I grabbed my shirt off the floor and put it on. I looked around for the rest of my clothes. I found my pants, near the foot of the bed, and I put them on quickly. I swiftly walked down the hallway and straight toward the front door. I put my shoes on as fast as I could, and I grabbed my jacket. I left. I was free. I thanked God I was free. I ran as fast I could from his house.

I loved Jamal with all of my heart...however he used me like I was nothing because I was his sex slave. After running for a short time, I finally reached a bus stop. I sat there and cried. I was in pain from the abuse and manipulation. No one ever did the things he did to me. I felt like shit, I literally felt like I was nothing, if he wanted to destroy my self-esteem, he did a great job at doing it. After a few minutes of crying, I pulled out my phone and I decided to call a good friend of mine: Steven. I was blessed to have him in my life, I just wish we could be more than friends...

"Steven?" I said as I spoke into the phone.

"Hey, wassup?"

"Can you come and get me? I'm around the corner from his house at a bus stop...." I sobbed.

"Aight stays there. I'm coming now."

Five minutes later, Steven pulled up in his 2020 metallic blue Chevy Camaro.

"Hey," I mumbled as I got in his car. I tried to hide my face.

"Hey...Why are you hiding your face ?" he asked.

"It's nothing." I lied. He removed my hands from my face to reveal bruises on my face...

"Did he do this to you!!!" he snapped.

"Yes... Yes, he did!" I cried.

"Imma Kill that motherfucker!!!!!!" Steven screamed as we sped off in his car.

"No...Don't Please, Steven. I love him." I sobbed.

"How the hell can you love him, and he treats you like shit Marcus?!" Steven exclaimed.

"I don't know...I just do......" I whispered.