Loved By The Ghetto (Urban)

Chapter 9

RECAP:

What the heck, why is he waiting for me? And why does he have to be standing outside my only mode of transportation from floor to floor? I walk to the lift, composing myself silently. I stand outside it and press the button, waiting for it patiently. The door opens and Courtnee gets in. I follow after her but Tashard sticks his arm out and places it along the lift, barring me.

"Shanae listen, I'm so-"

"Can you move your arm please?" I whisper quietly, looking at the floor to avoid eye contact. He sighs.

"Shanae, just hear me out."

"No, Tashard." I say roughly looking up at him. He looks so sad and tired. His blemish free chocolate face is ruined by dark circles and red eyes. "Now, can you move your arm? Please." He stares at me hard and then looks away and slowly puts his arm back to his side, defeated. "Thank you." I say kindly, smiling at him even though he's not looking at me. I step in and press the button, the doors immediately closing. I completely forgot Courtnee was in there too. I turn to her.

"Sorry you had to see that." I apologise. She waves her hands in the air dismissively.

"Oh no no, it's okay. I see you've been through a tough time with, erm, Tashard?" she questioned his name. I nod. The doors open and we walk out.

The next lesson is a blur, so is break. Me Courtnee and Sharnell were just chillin' in the cafeteria eating our food. But bare people came to me and started asking questions about my disappearance. I couldn't tell them anything so I just shooed them away. The next three lessons (Maths, English, Economics) went incredibly slow. And I was absolutely starving by the start of English. My stomach was rumbling so much in Economics. When the bell went, I was the first one out.

I went to the cafeteria and got myself a chicken mayo sandwich. After I finished that, I ate some Oreos and went outside to find the girls since they hadn't come in yet. I ended up straying to the sports center and I don't know why. Oh my days. What the heck is wrong with me? Why did I come here! This is the place me and Tashard used to hide from Sharnell when we were playing hide and seek in Year 7. I was about to turn around when a hand came around my mouth tightly, and picking me up, pulled me into the building.

END OF RECAP

Fear captured my soul and I started thinking terrible thoughts. Who is this? What do they want? Are they going to kill me? As these thoughts tormented me, I fought to be free harder. I squirmed around harder and scratched at their hands as one was around my mouth and the other around me stomach. I sobbed silently as the fear for my safety rose. They carried me further into the dark derelict building. It was empty as all the P.E teachers were out eating lunch. We went through two double doors into what I assumed is the boys changing room. The lights here were off too. I continued to squirm and wriggle around and he let go of me, dropping me onto the freezing rock hard floor. I scrambled onto my hands and knees panting heavily as tears streamed down my face. When they picked me up at the door of the Sports center, I dropped my crutches so right now, I couldn't stand. It was so dark in here and I felt so lost. Suddenly, the lights turned on and I whipped around, falling from hands and knees, to a sitting position.

Tashard was standing by the door with his hand on the light switch. He had on a dark grey bandana around his mouth. He slowly pulled it down revealing his pink lips and neat moustache (A/N: I think that's how you spell it). He put a key in the door, locking it. He walked to me slowly, and towered over me. I cried harder, closing my eyes. This reminded me of when he towered over me when he dragged me behind the bin. Flashes of that moment fluttered through my head and I closed my eyes tighter, waiting for the thoughts to leave my head. I never knew what he did had traumatised me so much. His footsteps were getting closer to me. This frightened me more and I pulled my legs up to my chest, put my head in my lap, covered my ears with my hands and started rocking back and forth, with my eyes still closed and me still bawling. The footsteps suddenly stopped and I anticipated in my mind, what would happen next. I stopped rocking but still cried, waiting for something to happen. Without notice, strong arms wrapped around my whole body and gently put me on one of the benches in the changing room. I was still curled up when I got picked up. I opened my eyes and took my hands away from my ears. Slowly, I lifted my head up.