Lies of a Brooklyn Teenager (FIXED VERSION) [ U R B A N ]

Part 7 : Tamia's POV

I couldn't believe he threw me into a potato sack. I can't take this fucking torture anymore!

"Nobody can help you now! Not even your bumbass baby father! He's probably watching this screaming at the iPad. Niggas still dont give a fuck." , the guy said.

As I screamed for help I grew tired. Maybe he was right. Maybe nobody could help me this time. Maybe this is the end of the road for me. As much as I want Rashad to come busting through that door and beat the shit out of this guy, it's just not happening this time. I think I lost all hope :/ . But when you look at the facts, how the fuck is he gonna find me? Like I don't even know where I'm at, so how the fuck is he?

This shit is def getting on my nerves boy. I'm pregnant as hell being tortured by some sick bastard. Lord Jesus Christ, what did I even do to deserve this?

As my thoughts drifted off, I noticed him figeting with something in the corner. Something I clearly didn't notice was all the newspaper clippings on the wall. And these shits were everywhere. I honestly don't know how I could have missed them but they were gruesome. I took a glimpse at them from the chair I was tied down to & the shit I saw terrified me. 

"You see all these bitches on the wall here? Killed in cold blood because a nigga was bored. You know I torture bitches for amusement right? Cause thats the reason why you're here. Catch the fucking drift?", he said. 

"Oh shut the fuck up. Just kill me already."

"Alright. Whatever you say.", he replied.