(Jazz in media)
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I turned over and saw a girl on my floor. I grabbed my phone off the night stand and called Dasha. After two rings she answered.
Dasha: Hel-
Me: umm why the hell is there a girl on my floor? And where are you? And why you leave me here with a stranger? What the hell Day
Dasha: I'm sorry I know I shouldn't have don't that but she helped you. I don't know exactly what happened but when she gets up tell her I said explain, but don't say anything else until she does...ok?
Me: Oh my God..ok Dasha but be looking for an ass whooping when I see yo fat head ass.
Dasha: I love you though
Me: Girl bye
I hung the phone up. Then looked back to the floor but the girl wasn't their. I broke my neck to look around my room but she wasn't there. I got out of the bed and went to look around the house for her. I wanted answers...I never found her but the front door was unlocked and my mom always locks the door before she leaves for work...I still had a bad head ache so I just went back up stairs and went back to sleep.
"Shit my head hurt", I groan, drifting off to sleep.
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Jazz~~I left when she was on the phone because I forgot about my step dad. He comes home ever day looking for me so he can put his hands on me, and if I wasn't there It's even worse when I get there. He's a bitch ass punk he doesn't deserve to live, and I know it sounds bad but he's put me through so much since my mom left me with him. He raped me once when I was younger when my mom was around but she did nothing but take his side. Then she just disappeared...I haven't seen her in 5 years...I'm 17 right now. She was been with my step dad for 19 years. I hate her for leaving me with a punk ass man. When I got to my house the door was already open. He was already here.
"Shit", I already knew what was coming.
I walked through the door. I ran up stairs to my room. I didn't want to have to fight my step dad again not today, I wasn't feeling it. I got in the shower for like two hours. I got out hoping he was gone by now. I put on some clothes and my slides. I walked down stairs thinking he was gone. I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. When I closed the door all I felt was pain. I fell and looked up to see my step dad standing over me yelling.
"Where the hell were you?", He screamed at me.
I didn't say anything because, like I said before I wasn't feeling it at all. He made me stand up and he started pushing me around and hitting me. I was bleeding now. But I didn't fight back, I just let him because I was tired of fighting and yelling till I couldn't talk anymore.
"Why you not fighting back, huh? What happened to the big bad Jazmine? I thought you was bad!!", He continues to yell and scream at me.
He pushed me into a corner and he just started beating me. He hit me in the face and in the stomach. I couldn't take it anymore. I started crying and begging him to stop.
"Stop..please stop it, STO-", he hit me in the mouth and I instantly stopped talking. He hit me one more time in the jaw because his pager went off.
"You better be lucky bitch, I have to go back to work. Let me come home again and your now here..I'll kill yo dumb ass", he said before he left the house.
I couldn't feel my face or my stomach at all. I got up off the ground and walked out the house. I started walking back to Ti's house. I was on the verge of passing but I fought it until I got to Ti's house.
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Ti and Jazz
Teen Fictiondisclaimer ~ nun of this story is true it's made up. the girls in this story are real, this just didn't happen for real. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ti and Jazz go way back. They met in a club and they both just happened to be underage. Jazz is a self inflicted p...