I can't do this anymore.
I feel like such a fucking slut.
Jahseh is just in my bed next to me, sleeping.
What the fuck was I thinking?
I heard a loud knock on the door, might as well see who it is.
I tiptoed out of the bedroom, and down the stairs, being careful to not wake Jahseh.
I opened the door up a creek, Michael.
I closed it. I don't want that asshole near me.
He opened the door anyways.
"Can we talk?" He said.. I rolled my eyes. "No. We can't." I said firmly, and started walking away, he followed me.
"You sure?" He laughed. I started getting nervous. "Yes." I calmly said. Michael grabbed by the neck and threw me up against the wall. "ARE YOU FUCKING SURE, ALANA?" He yelled, I started crying. He brung up a gun to my forehead. I heard shuffling in the bedroom, I was relieved to see Jahseh, who cracked his head open, and gave him black eyes and such.
I cried into Jahsehs chest, hugging him. He just sat there.
"J-Jahseh, are you m-mad at me?" I whispered, trying not to completely break-down.
"No.. It's just- we have to get him out of here.." Jahseh said. I never thought of that, fuck.
