For the love of Heaven (ON HOLD)

12|Feelin' Lucky? part 1

*heaven's outfit at the top*

~October 27th 2016~

I've been feeling butterflies in my stomach since Monday, the day that Omar asked me to be his girlfriend. I know it's only been four days but it's been the best four days of my life. Omar is everything I could've asked for in a boyfriend. He makes me smile and he's funny and the best part of it all is he doesn't mind being seen out in public with me. He holds my hand and hugs me and makes me feel special. I just wish daddy could meet him, I wonder how he would feel about him, I think he would like him, or maybe try to kill him. Mama likes him though, probably more than I do. She thinks she's great for me and I agree.

I smiled and placed my notebook next to me on my bed. Omar walked into my room "you ready to go beautiful?"

"Yeah. Just let me make sure I have everything and I meet you outside."

"Okay." He walked over to me and kissed me on the cheek. "Hurry up you only got like 30 mins until school starts."

"Okay dad!" I giggled.

He walked out of my room and I grabbed my bag and house my keys.

I walked downstairs into the kitchen, opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.

"So you really going out with that nigga Omar?"

I looked over next to me at the table and Lucky was sitting there, eating cereal, the cereal that I just bought.

I rolled my eyes wanting to ignore him. "Yeah." I said quickly walking past him.

He grabbed me before I could even get past the kitchen.

"Damn you gave him a chance, but not me?"

I didn't say anything. I tried to pull my arm away from him but his grip tightened.

"Let me go!"

"Answer my question!" He said

I rolled my eyes "yes I chose him! So what?!"

Who did Lucky think he was?! He is one of the worst people I've ever met and has the nerve to think I'm supposed to forget all of the shit he's ever done to me just because he had a "crush" on me.

"Really? That nigga ain't no better than me! He a playa just like me, don't let that nice shit f*ck up your head, you might as well just get with me." He smirked.

I tried to snatch my arm away from him again but he pulled me to him and held me by my waist so I couldn't move.

I tried to pry his arms from around but it was no use, Lucky was too strong. The only person that could help me was Omar.

"Omar! Oma-" Lucky put his hand of my mouth as I called Omar's and I knew I fucked up. Lucky pulled me closer to him and he started to breathing on my neck.

"You know I like when you when you wear this dress showing your titties and that fat ass, you tryna impress Omar huh?" he kissed my neck and I tried to pull away from him but he grabbed me tighter. I felt his d*ck start to get hard against my butt and I began to go in panic trying to wiggle out of his strong grip.

"I'm tired of you running away from me." He said as his hand went under my dress until he reached my v*gina.

My reflexes kicked in and I bit the hand that was over my mouth and he let go of me.

"Fuck! Stupid b*tch!" He groaned.

I ran out of the kitchen to the front door, My hands were shaking so bad that I could barely even open the door.