Why Do I Love You?

Kadija

"KADIAJ WAKE YO FAT ASS UP BITCH" I'm woken up by my oh so loving mother standing above me yelling with a frown on her face
"What what I'm up" I sat up and rolled out of bed, walking to the bathroom I heard
"I need yo to walk yo fat ass to the store and pick up some things" You see I'm used to being bullied so Her calling me fat and out of my name is just the norm for me, I've learned to cope
"Sure, what do you need, mom?" Sarcasm on the mom part of course but her dumbass didn't catch it
"I need some suga, eggs, milk, Cornbread mix and salt, gone now" I held my hand out for the money and this woman looks at me like I'm crazy
"Bitch didn't yo lazy ass just get paid shit" yeah I'm lazy but you sit on your ass all day collecting checks
"Yeah I did ma, but I have to pay my phone bill and buy clothes" I sighed, she rolled her eyes, its not like she gave a damn
"Bitch I took care of yo funky fat ass for 18 years and you act like you can't buy no muthafuckin groceries?" I rolled my eyes, every check I get comes to her for the bills and to help take care of my twin baby brothers Kori and Khalil
"All my fucking money comes to you so I don't have money for me" I mumbled and she grabbed me by my box braids and yanked my head back getting in my face
"You think you grown now bitch? Huh? Well since you grown getcho ass out my muthafuckin house hoe" She threw my head back and started throwing my clothes out of my closet and down the hall
"GETCHA SHIT AND GET OUT MY DAMN HOUSE BITCH" while she was causing all this havoc her punk ass boyfriend Rodney the twins daddy was laughing in the recliner, he's a no good bastard that tried to rape me and beat my ass everyday and my mom excuse me Tasha always believed him and beat my ass, but no more I'm leaving this bitch. I started snatching my clothes up and putting whatever could fit in my backpack
"You want me to leave? Fine. Ain't like you were a real momma anyway" I walked out the house with tears in my eyes thinking about my brothers they're only 3 and they get treated like shit by both of them but I'll get them back and they'll never see them again!

Its dark, cold, and I'm tired. I've been walking for hours just wondering where my life would head now, as I'm walking I hear someone crying out in pain, I try to mind my business and keep walking but the person sounds seriously hurt or something
"Um hello? Are you okay?" I walked into the alley with my flashlight on my iPhone 6s plus, as I got near the crying person I heard voices but they weren't speaking English,
"Stronzo! Rubando da me! Sei pazzo?!" A deep voice bellowed and the person pleaded
"Mi dispiace, mi dispiace, per favore dont uccidimi! Per favore!" He sounded like he was pleading for his life
"Troppo tardi" A gun shot was fired and it was silent except for me gasping
"Merda, andate a controllare!" The deep voice ordered and I tried to stay as quiet as possible, which was hard due to me cry and shit, I heard footsteps and tried to squeeze behind the dumpster but I couldn't, as the footsteps got closer and stopped my breath hitched
"So che sei qui" a gruff voice whispered and it sounded like he was right next to me, I held my breath
"Lord I'm too young to die please spare me and I'll do right I promise" I said a quick silent prayer
"Tu sei piccola" The owner of the voice shoved the dumpster away and I screamed and tried to run but was caught by my hood and I dropped me phone, I knew it cracked and I started fighting for my life as I knew it
"PUT ME DOWN! LET GO OF ME YOU BITCH!" I kicked, punched, kneed, bit everything to no avail
"Capo c'è una ragazza" he gripped my waist tight so I couldn't break free
"Portella" the deep voice snapped and the dude started walking towards a nice ass escalade, and I started crying because 1. My phone cracked and 2. This stranger is taking me to a man that just killed someone, imma die for sure
"What are you doing out here girl?" The deep voice asked and not so nicely either
"I was ju just walking an an and I wo wo won't te te tell please let me go" I could barely talk from crying. I was shaking like a stripper bitch I did not wanna die
"Ah see the thing is I don't give 2 shits about you telling, you've seen too much I have to kill you" he smirked like this was a fucking game
"NO NO PLEASE, PLEASE DONT PLEASE!" I held on to the man for dear life, he snatched my hands away from him and shoved me to the big dude that took me to him, I grabbed onto him shit I'll hold on to anyone at the moment
"Alright I won't kill you but you have to be my slave" I looked at him like he was crazy
"Hell to the no my nigga my ancestors went through that, it ain't happening play boy" I dont know where that courage came from but the thought of being someone's slave got me fucked up
"See the thing is, I wasn't asking" he nodded his head and I felt a pinch in my neck and the world started to fade out