Maliah's POV
When I got home my mother was in a short dress and tall heels.
"Where you going?" I said, looking her up and down.
"On a date. I'll be back." she kissed my cheek.
I took a shower and watched TV until someone knocked at the door. I opened it and regretted it.
"Hey baby." August grabbed my waist and kissed me.
"Move August!" I pushed him.
"Aww, why you being difficult?" he pushed me to the couch and sat in my lap.
"Why won't you leave me alone?" I rolled my eyes.
"I'll give you what you want when you give me what I want." he whispered in my ear. Fear over came me.
I pushed him off and ran to my room and screamed.
"Calm down." he climbed on top off me on my bed.
"August don't do this." I began to cry.
"Do what?" he kissed and licked on my neck.
I cried and screamed louder. "Stop. Please." I scratched his back.
"You know the pain just turn me on." he whispered.
I had to think of something, and fast. I gathered something risky, but it just might work.
"Alright. I'll give you what you want." I smiled, wiped my face and flipped over.
I kissed him and it got deep quickly. I took his shirt off and rubbed his chest. I did ever trick I knew, and waited until he was rock hard.
I got up and ran to my phone downstairs and called Chris
"Can I come over?" I quickly said, my heart racing.
"Yeah, what's wrong?" he sluggishly said.
"I'm coming." I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife.
"Why you gotta tease me?" August grabbed me by my throat. He knocked the knife out of my hand.
"I'm sorry." I cried.
"I know you are." he whispered. He bit my ear which made me cry harder. I felt blood fall from it.
He pushed me to the ground and got on top of me.
"I can't breathe August." I screamed.
He took off his pants and grabbed my waist.
"Say I love it daddy." he tightened his grip.
"NO!" I screamed.
"Say it!" he punched me.
"I love it daddy." I weakly said.
He pulled his boxers off. "No August." I cried, trying to pull away.
He yanked me forward. "Yes baby." he licked my neck.
He tried to get me to do take my clothes off, but I wouldn't. "Do it!" he slapped me.
I slowly began to take my shirt off. He wrapped his arms around me and I bit his arm.
"Why you do that bitch!" he punched me and I fell back. He repeatedly hit me. I felt blood all over my face.
"And if you tell I'm killing you and them niggas you fuck with." he put on his clothes and left.
I crawled to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I had a black eye, bruises all over my face, arms and stomach. I looked at myself and softly cried.
I got dressed and packed a little overnight bag. I got in the car and called Chris.
"I'm on the way." I trembled.
"Aight. You ok bae?" he sounded worried.
"No. We'll talk." I sighed.
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I know😢 it's sad. But it gets worse. (But then much better.) So don't give upon me now!
OOOOUUUU💸
