Forever My......

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Saturday, May 30, 2015

Xayvion Taylor,

I sat at the foot of the bed as Bryce took my hair out and couldn't help but go back to last week when ol' boy grabbed her.

She explained to me that she doesn't know why he always mess with her but I can't help but wonder why his affected her so much. I get he grabbed her so hard that it left a hand print on her arm but she hasn't been the same since.

"Bry baby you okay?" I asked looking back at her.

"Yeah." She said pushing my head black up so she could see the back of my head.

"Come on be honest with my baby." I said pulling my phone.

I went to Snapchat to look at Dr. Miami. Yes I watch Dr. Miami thanks to Bryce, at first I though that shit was nasty but it's actually interesting if you got a some what strong stomach. Another Doctor that's a hitter for me right now is Dr. Opp, he been have a nigga so interested in it and Dr. Six he be having me like damn she went from a man chest to Nicki Minaj.

"Growing up I had a stalker and one day while walking home from school with Olivia he came out of no where and grabbed me the same way Brandon did so it just took me back to those dark days when he kidnapped me and tried to force me to eat and everything." She said causing me to drop my phone.

I moved from in between her legs and turned around to face her.

"You was kidnapped as a child and had a stalker?" I asked sitting beside her.

"The guys wife and daughter was killed in a robbery gone wrong and she favored her so he wanted me to replace her."

"He saw you as his daughter."

"No his wife."

Pause..his wife?

"How old was you?"

"I was 10."

"And he saw you as his wife? That's some weird shit."

"Yeah but that's why that incident had me on edge for a while. It just took me back to that moment."

"You know you never really told me about your past."

"Lets see I had a stalker from age 9 to 10 and I was kidnapped for about four months. I had to deal with mental abuse from my grandmother behind me having an American name. Other then that I had a normal life growing up, parents who expected me to be an over achiever, teachers expected me to make nothing less then a 90 on a test, best friend whom always wanted to drag me into something I was regret."

"You grandmother married an American though. That's what I don't understand about her."

"She doesn't have a problem with white Americans, she dislikes African-American Americans and any other race."

"Why?" I asked getting offended.

I may not be fully black but that's all I claim. My mother is Native American, Hawaiian, and Black and my dad was Spanish and Black. And because they both have black in them it makes me and Zakari black. Because you know even if you have 1% black in you, you are considered black.