Learning to Breath

CHAPTER SEVEN

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⛔️⛔️Amarhi P.O.V.⛔️⛔️

I woke up to a phone ringing thinking it was mine I jumped up, noticing the phone had stopped ringing and Sincere was up against the wall talking on it.

"Yea I've been here all night, never left" he said to the person on the phone and I didn't know who it was, so that made me a little nervous.

"Naw unc she don't even got her phone she was on mine last night" as soon as he said those words I hoped out the bed and snatched the phone.
"Hey daddy" I said smiling from ear to ear

"Hey babygirl, is Sin taking care of you?" He responded

I could hear the smile in his voice. "Daddy he made me fall last night... he is not doing his job I am supposed to be unharmed... I mean not like I can't take care of myself but" I mumbled the last part but I'm quite sure Daddy still heard me.

He chuckled and asked when he would see me "I'm coming by with Sincere in a few hours" .

Before he hung he told me he loved me and to tell Sincere he loved and appreciated him too. I had already been dressed since the night before so I just pressed the nurses button and told her I was ready to go. Dr. Holt came in and handed me a clip board, sending a soft smile to sincere and I. I signed it and soon we were making our way out the door, we hopped in his all black Escalade and went to McDonald's where we decided we would get breakfast from. We drove off in the direction of the police station and I honestly couldn't take it no more, again my brother and father were being taken away. I stayed quiet as Sincere glanced at me then back to the road. "What's wrong babygirl ?" He asked concern lacing his voice. "Nothing. I'm fine, just keeping driving I'm ready to see my dad and King" I said tying to change the subject. "Come on talk to me I'm somebody you can trust. I got you Amarhi." He said being nothing but sincere. I wasn't going to let my wall down the wall I've had up for 17 years the one that nobody but my family could penetrate. "It's the third time I'm bout to lose them" I mumbled as I took a couple deep breaths to calm down. "What do you mean the third? I thought it was the second or something." he asked.

"When I was 6 my mom was doing a bid for my dad.... It was all fine until my dad got arrested too. Long story short, they put me and King into foster care. King and I got separated because after we were there for two months."I stopped talking just to collect my thoughts but I refused to look over at Sincere, and he stayed silent. "A month before my dad got out, two different families were meeting me and King for adoption. I would act out so they would move on but King.... King he was an angel to the family he met and they loved him... to this day I will never understand why, like maybe he wanted a new family, maybe he didn't want to be a part of ours." I looked out the window finally looking up I realized this didn't look like the way to the precinct. I looked at him and glanced back to the road.

"Where you taking me ?" I said scrunching up my face and giving him a side eye. No longer sad but now nervous and anxious. I honestly hated being anxious it made my BPD ( borderline personality disorder) act up. In my mind my BPD isn't that bad, I just tend to feel everything a little more... ok a lot more but still. It's not that bad in situations where I feel in control.

"Don't worry about it, finish telling me what happened." He said to me in a demanding tone not even once looking at me. I felt so uneasy, I unlocked the door trying to be unnoticed. I put my left hand on my seatbelt and my right hand on the door handle, as soon as he went to speak again I tucked and rolled out of the car ready to run. Ever since I didn't recognize where we were I started keeping track of every turn and every block. I got up and started running back the way we came. He made a U-turn and started driving towards me. I looked to my right and saw a thin alley way I knew for a fact he Escalade wouldn't fit through. I ran into the alley trying to think of what my next move was. I sat there for a minute trying to catch my breath all of these thoughts were running through my head.

Why now? When I had no protection
Was I going to die at the hands of someone my father trusted?
If I did make it out of here alive how was I going to do it ?
Would he just kill me and leave it at that, or would he do more ?
I sat there wishing I could see my dad and King one more time.

While all those thoughts and questions raced through my head I looked around trying to find a way out. I couldn't keep running because there was a wall at the end of the alley. I saw a dumpster a little further down,  I thought about squatting next to it but thought it'd be to obvious. So I opened it looking inside and seeing it was only about four bags inside. That would have to work for now because it was the only option I had, I literally had no way out. No fire escapes or anything out here, I climbed in the dumpster trying not to make too much noise I got in and closed the top putting the bags on me. Right before I got situated I heard a car door shut and footsteps, I realized I wouldn't be able to move anymore and stopped as the footsteps approached. I heard him say my name a few times and I could tell by the silence and sound of the footsteps that he was now in front of the dumpster.

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             🛑🛑Authors Note🛑🛑
Borderline personality disorder for those who don't know is not like Disassociate personality disorder which is where you change from one personality to another it is more like bipolar disorder and they have both been misdiagnosed for one another but BPD is a little less severe than Bipolar disorder. It's similar in the way of  feeling the heel out of the goods and the bads, but different in the severity.