The Skin I'm In (Urban Fiction)

Chapter 7

(Kalifa)

I woke up to the sound of Ve'Quell's heavy breathing, he wasn't snoring tho
I smiled, why did this take four years?
I'm so glad that he cares for me like I care for him
My smile quickly vanished when I heard a woman's voice, I heard extra foot steps but only she was talking

"Ve'Quell, wake up!" I whisper-yelled while tapping on him.

"Hmm?" 

"Get up! There's a woman downstairs, go see who it is." The woman's voice got closer and Ve'Quell shot up.

"Damn, they were supposed to be gone for three days!" He rushed and put on some shorts.

"Who?"

"My parents. Stay in here and be quiet, I'll be back." when he opened the door, there stood a woman and a man. I guess those were his parents.

"Shit." I said under my breath.

(Ve'Quell)

Damn, why didn't they stay gone? It's only been a day, they said their business trip would be three days long. I was going to tell them today anyway.

"Uhm, Q who is this?" my father asked while my mother stared at Kalifa.

"Kalifa... My friend. What are yall doing here?"

"Don't try to change the subject, what is she doing here? In your bed?" My mom spoke up.

"Hold on Kalifa, we'll be back." I escorted my parents downstairs. "Look, she didn't have anywhere to go so be nice."

"She doesn't have any family?" My mom asked.

"That's where she came from. Her mother passed and her dad was beating and raping her, he beat her bad last night, I told her she can stay here, I mean yall are never here so it's only right."

"Are you serious? Where is he father now? We need to call the police!" My father yelled, my mother was in tears.

"I don't want to be a bother, I can go somewhere else, ya know?" Kalifa slowly inched her way down the stairs. Some how she managed to put her clothes on.

"Oh, child hush. You can stay here. Do you want anything to eat? Here sit down. I'll make some good ole breakfast even tho its the afternoon. So how are you doing?" My mother spoke. I hate when she gets nervous she gets blubber mouth.

"Uh, I'm fine, thanks." Kalifa spoke and rubbed on her temples.

"We'll be in my room." I helped her up the stairs and into my room. "You want some snacks before she get done cooking?" I have my own small refrigerator in my room.

"Uhm, sure." she laid on her back then let out a long sigh.

"You ok?" I handed her some cheese cheetos and a can of mountain dew.

"Yes I'm fine, I just keep getting bad headaches." She struggled to open her bag but she got it. I won't say I felt bad for her, I hate pity, but how could someone so beautiful and kind hearted be in a situation like this? It seem like the most genuine people go through the worst things. "Where's the bathroom?" She stood.

"The door at the end-" She took one step and collapsed. "Kalifa, you ok?" I tapped her but she wasn't responding. "Ma!!!! Somebody call the ambulance!!!! Hurry up!"  I yelled at the top of my lungs. I didn't want to move her because I didn't want to make things worse.

"What happened? Oh my gosh!!!" My mother screamed once again in tears. "I hope that man rots in hell, for doing this child like that." Five minutes later Kalifa was being rushed to the hospital while we sped behind them.