Trapped

Chap 1

Kenya

Kenya

I felt his breath on my neck, his sweat on my body, my tears on my face. I could feel every disgusting way he touched me. I tried to call for my dad but he wouldn't answer. Drunk as usual. I was screaming at this point.

"Bitch why the fuck you screamin, I'm right in front of you." He said to me with humor all over his face. How could he laugh while raping me.

"Please stop! I won't tell my dad I swear!"

"Come on girl, you know you love it, and you not gone tell yo dad anyway. Yo ass really thought that was a choice!"he said laughing.

I felt his grip on my left arm become looser, I took that as my opportunity to try and push him off.

I scratched him and earned myself one almighty slap right across my face that was soaked with tears.

"Bitch you-." He touched the side of his face to see if he was bleeding, it was dark but I could feel the warm drops of blood on my lip, the metallic taste of blood was almost nauseating.

"Yo, you just scratch me bitch? You wanna die?"

All that came after that were hard closed fist punches to my face, I felt my hair being gripped as I tried to turn the other way.

"Ke..nya....! My father slurred from hall. Of all the nights for him to be a drunk bastard, he chooses tonight. I told him how much his friend, or should I say drinking buddy creeped me out. But he didn't take me seriously.

"Shit!" My dad's friend said, he quickly let go of my neck and pulled up his pants. "Fuck!" He whisper. He slightly opened my door, I could see my dad. He was looking for me in the hallway closet.

"I swear to God if you make one sound." He said very seriously. I cried to myself , trying to keep quiet, but I ended up coughing.

"Bitch I told you not to make a sound!" He was on top of me in seconds, choking me. I could feel the room spinning, my eyes going dark, my head throbbing .........

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I woke up in what felt like a pool of my sweat, I was breathing heavily. I had another dream, ever since that night, 8 years ago, I have had at least one dream about it every month or so. I was 14 at the time, and my father was still alive.

I picked up my phone to check the time. It was almost half past 3. I cursed myself for waking up this early, and I was hungry as hell. I put on some sweat pants and a loose white tee shirt. I walked to the kitchen to see nothing I wanted. I wanted something unhealthy, like a honeybun. I put of my slides, grabbed my keys and walked out of my apartment.

I put on my headphones once I got outside, shuffled my playlist, and Ashanti came right through.

"I got this Jones formin in my bone." I sang to myself. " Who indeed took over my soul" My hips seemed to move by themselves.

The deli was empty, but Armon was still there as usual. "Hey Armon." I put a small smile on my face, I like Armon, he's good people .

"What's happenin Kenya, it's kinda late for you to be out here, got some crazies on these streets now a days." He said jokingly.