Can Hurt Heal

Chapter One

LaNyiah

I sit in my parent's old room as I go through paperwork and photos. Thank God the house is paid for and I can come here still. I still live on campus it's my freshman year, but when it becomes too much I run home to what I know and my place of peace. Well, it use to be till my parents were killed. We are still. Trying to figure out why; I mean my dad was a traveling doctor and my mom was a housewife. And the way it was described to me of their brutal murder things doesn't add up. So lately I've been reading all these letters my father left me.

As I was about to open another letter my alarm went off letting me know I gotta head to class. I put everything back into the box and then back on the closet taking one last look at their room before I walked downstairs passing, my sister hugging and kissing her; telling her we got a dinner date. She said OK as I continued to my lime green charger.

I have two cars but this was one of the last thing my dad brought me; so I hold on to it. Plus it's my favorite color.

I do apologize my name is LaNyiah Marie Crawford. I'm 5'5" 275lbs with size G breast thick thighs and hips and a stomach. I'm mocha brown skin hair to the middle of my back that's all mine. I have light brown almost brownish gold eyes that change some times with my mood. I keep it simple as I don't like attention.

I attend Hillard University. My major is, well I'm confused on that so I'm kinda doing a split. I take business and nursing but I'm not sure how long I'll do the nursing.

I'm not a people person and since being here, it has only gotten worse. I thought high school was horrible but here is even worse because along with the females that talk about my weight it's nights that I wanna fuck. I shake my head as I even think of that and fight tears that threatened to escape my soul at any minute. He is on the football team. The starting squad he wanted to be my best friend. Six months in and a football party and I was nothing more to him than an object.

*flashback *

"Trey back up, you're drunk and your tripping go to the shower and sober up" I spoke pushing him
"yeah, iight but I'll be back for your sexy ass" he slurred

I tried to ignore and was glad when he walked outta my room and into the shower. I was hoping the shower would help so he could get a clear mind. As he was showering I decided it was best to get out of my night gown and put on some shorts and keep my t shirt on. He came back and he was sober, I exhaled a sigh of relief. But the look he gave me made me want run but it was no where to go. He approached me so quickly I didn't have time to react

"Nae, you so beautiful. Damn you sexy I wanna fuck your brains out right now" he said looking me in my eyes
"please, I think you should go" I said afraid
"I ain't going nowhere till you give me my pussy" he spoke grabbing my short and pushing me on the bed
"I don't belong to you I'm only you friend, Stop! " I said trying to get up
"Bitch! You gone learn! " he shouted as he proceeded to beat my ass and rip my clothes off.

His fingers ran over my pussy lips as tears ran down my face.

"Please, Trey I'm begging you, don't do this to me. I thought we were friends " I cried

Trey is milk brown 6'5" all muscle with a low cut and waves. He also has a few tattoos. He's a football player and we have been friends since day one but at this moment I know for sure we are not friends.

"Shut that shit up " he said as he latched his lips to mine and shoved himself into me.

My screams were muffled in his mouth as he continued to enjoy my body while I was dying inside and was praying was over soon. But that prayer was not heard. Two and half hours later he was finally done slapping me and putting me in different positions. He finally came. He kissed me one last time telling me I bet not tell anyone or I would regret it and he would See Me in a couple days because he knew he had put it down and I needed to rest.

That week he went to all my classes and pick up my work and even had his dad write me a doctors excuse because he was an Emergency room doctor. Not sure what story he came up with but that's what he did as I hid away from the world and healed. Three weeks later maybe a month I begin getting sick. My mom never sugar coated anything with us so I already knew what it was. I called him and told him to bring a test he brought and watched me take it, then when it came up positive, he beat me for what seemed like hours when it was just 30-45 minutes. After that I bled and he took me to a hospital far from campus and told them I was jumped.

After that I went home once my face healed up a lot and told mama I got into a fight. I stay home and drive the hour to school even though I still have my apartment. But he's there.

*flashback over *

I didn't even realize my class was over till the teacher who is a cool person stepped to me with concern tapping my shoulder

"Nae, are you OK? You've been staring into space the entire hour" she spoke as she looked in my face
"Yeah, umm, just a lot on my mind. Im so sorry. I'll be better next class" I said trying not to look at her
"Here are the notes. I know you still dealing with your parents. I'm here if you need me. " she spoke hugging me.
"Thanks I know." spoke wiping my face and walking outta class only to bump in the person I fear and hate the most, Trey.

"Excuse me, with your sexy ass" he smirked as him and his homie walked off

I sped walked to my car and headed on the hour drive back to my home with tears and memories playing all over my face. When I made it home Nia wasn't home from school yet. She's a senior in highschool. I took a shower and took a nap till she got home so we can go to dinner.

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