(Kalifa)
Here I am, walking in this familiar place
Where no one knows my name, barely knows my face
But here I am, Smiling again
I don't know how long it will last, but yes I'm smiling
Ve'Quell and I are hand in hand, the stares are out of control
I don't want this attention, Every one will notice the scars
I let go of his hand, and put a small distance between us
Only for him to put an arm over my shoulder
I can't fight it, or resist anymore
I'm falling for him, all over again
We walk in class and take a seat next to each other
Then I hear my name being called over the intercom
Ve'Quell looks at me with confusion and I gave him the same look
I slowly walk to the main office, sweating, shaking, feeling nauseous on the inside
Then I see him and I see the remorseful looks coming from various people in the office"Baby, I'm sorry, but your mother died about an hour ago." He quickly pulled me into his arms and I fought my hardest.
"Why are you lying?!" I screamed loudly and continued to fight my way from his grip.
"Kalifa, I know this is hard, but be strong for daddy, ok?" He rubbed his hand through my hair the same way he would while forcing himself in me. I look up to see tears, actual tears rolling down his cheeks.
"Stop lying James, why are you here?" I yell once again.
"Kalifa, I'm not lying, mama's gone. Come on we have to go down to the hospital." He tightly grabbed hold of my arm, pulling me with him.
"Please, don't let him take me!" I continued screaming while he pulled me to his car. As soon as he forced me in, he smacked me so hard, I don't know how I kept a straight face. I held my cheeks as he walked to his side of the car.
"Where the hell have you been?! What the hell is wrong with you?! I could kill you!" Then the beating continued until he was tired. I blacked out for a couple of seconds then noticed we were still at my school so I tried to get out.
"Kalifa, I'm going to kill your little black ass!" He threw more punches until I started to feel my face get moist, then I passed out.
I woke up in a familiar place, my bedroom, sitting on a chair. When I tried to move, I felt that I was tied down.
"Because your ass won't listen, I had to do that." I heard his voice and felt his presence behind me.
"How can I listen to someone who rapes their own daughter? To the one who lies and says it'll be over in five minutes? To the one who used to treat me like his princess, now like his prostitute? HOW?!"
"Don't you dare raise your voice at me!" Right jab to the ribs. "I will kill you Kalifa!"
"Do it." I spoke under my breath.
"What?" He breathed heavily on my neck.
"DO IT! You have taken away everything that I loved, you've taken my virginity, my confidence, my trust. So what do I to live for? Nothing! So do it, give me the satisfaction." I spoke coldly.
"I will, gladly, but before I do, I'm going to fuck you once more. I think I will miss that more than anything. Don't fight it Kalifa." I felt my arms and legs being freed and my body getting thrown on the bed. No need for me to put up a fight, this will all be over real soon, for good.
"This is so much better when you try to fight back." He roughly entered me and roughly thrust into my pelvic bone. The sound made me want to puke but I quickly ignored it all.
"Fight back Kalifa! Or I'm going to bash your head in!" He grunted in my ear.
"I can't, I don't have anymore fight left in me. Do what you got to do." I felt something repeatedly bash into my skull. It hurt like hell, it kept going until I felt something crack and blood instantly soaked the bed. I could barely keep my eyes open but I heard everything.
"Look what you made me do! God, I wish you would've died and not your mother. She knew how to please me! You useless ass slut!" His foot quickly jabbed into my side, I know for sure a couple ribs are broken.
Then all of a sudden, I felt something slap against my skin. I felt flesh being ripped from my body. He was whipping me with a belt. I heard the slaps as the belt touch my naked body. I mentally winced as the belt was now ripping into my skin.
"See now you're bleeding all over, how about some salt to help those wounds?" I felt stinging all over my body and I couldn't help but scream. "How about some ammonia? Bleach maybe?" I felt a liquid being poured over my body, yhe scent was so strong, bleach. I kept my mouth closed because I didn't want to swallow any of the bleach.
"No daughter of mines will ever leave me unless I tell them to leave!" I felt something cold against my temple, yes! Finally he's going to put me out of my misery!
(Ve'Quell)
I left school early in hopes to find Kalifa, I knew something wasn't right because she wouldn't answer her phone. I was driving all around town looking for her. I don't know why but I felt an urge to go by her dads house.
When I pulled up I heard yelling and screaming and I instantly knew they were here. I quietly walked in and was hit by the strong smell of bleach.
I crept up the stairs where the cries got louder and the smell got stronger. I walked to her room where the door was already open and I seen a horrible sight. Kalifa looked almost unidentified and looked like she was beaten to death.
I heard her sperm donor speak, I couldn't make out the words because he whispered yelled into her ear. Then I saw him pull out a gun and put it to her head, then I blacked out...
POW! POW! POW! POW!
*I know it's a little short and quite disgusting but what do you think?
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The Skin I'm In (Urban Fiction)
Teen FictionThis story written in a poetic and regular style, shines light on two teens growing up, living in a stereotypical world. It is written in POV's and I hope you guys enjoy. Kalifa James, is 17, in her senior year of high school. She's going through a...