The Struggle

Lunch

I wake up in the morning refreshed and ready to start my day. I strip my clothes and went to get in the shower. I stopped infront of the mirror and analyzed myself. I had bruises everywhere and flashbacks of all the beatings came into mind. I traced the bruise on my neck which was shaped liked hand prints and started crying. What if he would have killed me? Shit shouldnt be like this.Im pretty sure daddy is flippin in his grave. Daddys security was gonna come out here with me but i made them stay. I wanted to be independent but we see where that got me. I wiped my tears and got in the shower and let the hot water droplets hit my tender sore skin. I washed off and stood there in the shower a while longer.

Once i got out i lotioned down and wrapped myself in a towel. I put on matching underwear and bra set and went into the closet to pick out my outfit. Of course i had to wear jeans. So i wore some light purple jeans,a long sleeve grey shirt,grey toms,and i added accessories consisting of medium sized hoop earrings,a scarf,and some bracelets. My lip went down so i put on pink lipstick today and applied the rest of my make-up.

I get into the car and Kason text me the address to the restaurant and a smile instantly appeared on my face. Im so ready for lunch.

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(At Lunch)

I arrive at the restaurant and call Kason. He walked out to come get me. "Hey Niya." he said hugging me kissing my cheek. "Hi Kason."i said blushing looking down.

"Why you so shy?" Maybe its because he is the first man to show that he wants to care for me and treat me right besides my daddy. "Aniyah."

"Yes?" i said looking up and everywhere but at him.

"Look at me." i looked him in the eyes and he pulled me closer. "You need to stop doin that shit.I like to see your beautiful face." i blushed and looked down again. "Stop.You need to hold ya head high. No more looking at the ground. Ok?" He grabbed my hand and we walked inside and sat down. We were in our own private booth at some italian place.

"So Aniyah how old are you?"

"22. What about you?"

"24.What do you do for a living?"

"Im a stripper."

"You foreal?"

"No. Im in cosmotology school.Plan on openin a salon with my bestfriend when i graduate."

"You get ya hustle on."

"Haha yea something like that. Do u have any siblings?"

"Yea i have a16 year old sister.Do you?"

"No im an only child. My daddy died when i was 16."

"Thats sad. Sorry to hear that."

"Its ok. Tell me about your mom."

"Well she is a carmel colored woman. She is a hardworkin woman worked all her life always helpin somebody. Like them church ladies that gotta else be helpin the community thats her."

"She seems sweet."

"Yea. You gon meet her one day.I also have a daughter."

"Omgeee. How old is she?"

"3."

"So. Adorable."

"Yea she comin over this weekend. Maybe you can come meet her.But tell me about your moms."