My Kind Of Beautiful|| Algee Smith

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•The Beginning.•
"BIANCA".
I stayed hidden in the closet for the past 10 minutes. Here we go again.
I grabbed onto my Jesus necklace and started to tear up bad. I prayed and prayed.
"GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE. NOW"
The closet door suddenly slides open and he grabs me by my hair.
"Stop! You're hurting me!!" 
He then slaps me and a sharp sting began to surface.
"SO YOU TALKING TO OTHER DUDES NOW? YOU EMBARRASSING ME?"
He was delusional. I don't know what was wrong with him.
"No babe..."
"LYING BITCH"
As his fist clenched up, I was prepared to just knock out. This was the end...
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My alarm clock suddenly rang. I was breathing heavily and sweat was rolling down my forehead.
*7:00 AM*
I looked around my bedroom in fear.
I've been having these nightmares of what happened a few nights ago between me and my boyfriend Trevor quite frequently. This wasn't the first time he's hit me. For the first five  months he was all sweet, then he started to become overly obsessive and abusive. And an alcoholic. But it's almost a year and some months of his crazy tactics. I know he's a good person he just needs help.... he's my first love and... I really love him. 

I've never even told a soul about what he does to me. Except for my closest friend Beverly. She doesn't judge me but she just wants me to leave. But it's not that easy. He can change, I know it. Where could he be right now? I have no idea... probably with another female. He hasn't been at our home nor has contacted me in a week. Everything's my fault I thought to myself as hot tears rush down my face.

I get up out of bed and walk over towards the bathroom. I lift up my tank top and turn to see my back. Purple bruises all over. My right eye was still swollen, yet it was getting better each day. I start to tear up slowly. I've just been caged in my home, not taking Instagram pictures or being on Snapchat. My supporters say that they haven't seen me in a while but I can't let them see me like this. Even make up couldn't cover this destroyed broken girl. No way. Even if I go out, thank god for sunglasses.
I breath and walk out of the bathroom and call up Beverly.
"Bev"

"Hey Bianca how you holding up?"
"Barely... look I just need advice.."
"On what?"
"On how I should leave? He hasn't been home in a week and ... I just wanna leave..."
"You not gonna chicken out this time?"
"I'm not, I promise.. I've been looking at apartments in L.A. And... I just need to breath.. I need to go"
"Well girl go ahead and get one! With the money you have from all those shoots and appearances, I'm sure you can afford it"

"True.. but what's gonna happen if paparazzi catches me leaving the famous 'Trevor Jackson" home. There always here and there sneaking up on people and I don't want him to find out..."
"Girl I know he's in the NFL, and you guys live in a nice home  in Calabasas and he gives you everything but he's destroying you mentally..you have to go and do what's best for you B"
I knew I could always count on Beverly to snap me back into reality.
" and besides if the NFL found out what he's been doing to you.. his career is over and he'll be locked in jail"
"But I don't want that to happen.." I tell her.
"If he magically pops up and tries you again that's what it has to come to Bianca."
I sigh.
"Okay girl thank you. Im gonna look at more of these apartments and I'm gonna call you back"
"Okay love youuuu B"
"Love you too Bev"
I grab my MacBook off the nightstand and flip it open.
This is just a new beginning. A fresh start.
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Little Info on Bianca:
-23 years old insta model/Model.
-Supports her and her family with her career.
-Dating an abusive football player
(Which Is Trevor Jackson..He's considered a professional foot ball player in this story)
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*There will be more about her throughout the story so keep reading.*
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