Rescue Me

Chapter 5.

Bahja's POV.

The girl continued to call Kaleb's name, and he finally came down the stairs. He looked sleepy. Infact, he didn't even look all the way awake. The girl walked up to him, and shook him by his shoulders, waking him up completely. "Kaleb! Who is this trick in your house!?" She placed her hands on her hips. I bit down on my tongue to keep in any negative comments I had. Lord knows I had so much to say. "Who is this, Kaleb?" I asked him. He sighed and ran his fingers through his growing Afro. "Bahja, this is Jordyn. Jordyn, this is Bahja." He introduced us. I looked at her and she shot me a stank look. Bitch. "Sooo.. Is this your other girlfriend?" I asked, pretending I didn't know. I wanted to see of he'd tell the truth. "Other girlfriend? Bitch, I'm his main girlfriend!" She ranted. "I didn't ask you all that." I rolled my eyes at her. I would pounce on this girl, but I'm not feeling all that well. "Yes. She's my girlfriend." Kaleb rubbed the back of his neck. "So you are cheating on me?" I flared my nostrils. "Technically, no. See I've known Jordyn longer than I've known you. So I'm not cheating on you with her. I'm cheating on her with you." He explained. My heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach. I felt a lump form in my throat, indicating I was on the verge of crying. But my sadness soon turned to anger. I balled up my fists and charged at him. I clawed at his face with my long, but false nails. Then I started weakly punching him. Depression started to flood over me.. Surprisingly, Kaleb allowed me to hit him, and he didn't fight back. It's like he knew I was angry, upset, and all of the above. But mostly.. Tired. So he let me take out all my feelings on him. My punching started to slow down, and I then felt dizzy. The room was spinning, and I couldn't see anything. Soon enough, I collapsed onto the floor.

I never realized how wrong I was until yesterday. I never even realized how stupid I was. Everything everyone was telling me about him. How he was no good. How he had no good intentions what so ever. There I was thinking he was perfect for me. Thinking he was the most loving boyfriend ever. I thought he actually cared about me! Turns out not. The other day I thought everything was perfect. And I thought we were 'making love.' But it was nothing but sex. Lustful sex. What he always wanted out of me, he got it. He's not going to give up though. I can tell you that now. I can't escape the madness. I have no where to go. He's my only shelter. As much as I hate to admit it, it's true. Here I was sitting on the corner of a ratchet street being the bum that I always hoped I wouldn't turn out to be. It was freezing, and I had no coat. I was starving, but I had no food. I was thirsty, but I had nothing to eat. It was useless.

I grabbed a broken piece of glass from the ground, which was surrounded by other pieces of glass. I took a deep breath and cut a deep cut across my arm. I shut my eyes tightly and tears fell from between my eyelids. Blood poured out from the cut and I opened my eyes to look at it. When I realized go deep it was, it caused me to cry even harder. When people started to walk pass me, I dropped the piece of glass and tried to cover the cut with my hand. "Bahja?" A familiar voice called me. I looked up. Chresanto. Great. "What are you doing here?" He sat beside me. "N-nothing." I pushed a piece of hair behind my ear. "Did he kick you out?" He asked me. "What? No." I quickly shook my head. "Then why are you out here?" "I wanna be alone." I sniffled. "Are you crying?" He looked closer at my face. "Back up!" I scooted over a little bit. "And stop asking me so many questions." I said slowly, pulling my knees up to my chest. Silence surfaced. "Do you wanna come over my place for a bit?" He offered. "I-I don't know, Chresanto. I really just wan-" "Come on. My sister is cooking dinner." He smiled. I let out a long deep breath. "Okay." He held my hand, and helped me off of the ground. I tried not to wince at the way he pulled me off the ground, because it hurt my cut. "You don't have a car?" I knotted my eyebrows. "I'm working on it." He shoved his hands into his pockets. "I hole you don't live far from here." I mumbled. "Don't worry, I don't." He grinned. I stuck my hands in my back pockets and slowly nodded. I tried to think of something to say. I wanted to start a conversation. "So have you been keeping in contact with Zonnique?" I cleared my throat. "Nah." He shook his head. "Why not?" I frowned. I wanted to know how she's doing. I'm very concerned. She's pregnant, with no help from anyone. I waited for Chresanto to answer my question, but he didn't. I left it alone.