Women like her are only hard to love by men who believe Love is just a word.
Only people with big hearts like yours find love, those with small hearts cannot endure and preserver that much. Small hearts do not leave room for love when they've faced...
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Malia
Groaning, I groggily looked around the 4 cemented walls surrounding me, my eyes landing on the same white lady that put her hands on me I felt my body heat up in anger wanting nothing but to launch at her and beat her ass but I felt that I was being restrained my hands knotted together with what felt like thick tug of war rope.
Laughing as she looked down at her nails with a sharp nail file in her other, she started to file her nails as she walked around the hard wood chair I was attached to, looking down at my feet I see that they were as well tied down to the chair. My mouth had a numb feeling and tasted like metal, I just couldn't help but let my father's words sink in my head "I would never put you in harms way." Shaking my head I couldn't believe that for the first time he lied to me. That's when my mothers voice rung through my head, "just remember it's only to make you stronger." I wanted to cry like a baby, this all just felt so wrong. I just wanted my father to save me. "You're so young Malia, why are you here?" She questioned never taking her eyes off her nails.
Waiting until she stood directly in front of me, I spit the blood that was building up in my mouth right onto her boots, slowly looking up at her with a mean mug I was greeted with a right hook and a stinging sensation. Walking away from me I noticed her nail file had my blood on it, did this bitch just cut me? Realizing I couldn't do anything I screamed out in frustration, "When I get out of this I will kill you!" I screamed out, my voice cracking with every word. The pain was antagonizing but I refused to let her see me cry but I knew it would only last so long knowing that I'm the type that cries when I'm angry.
"Ohhh Lia pooh" she chuckled out in a baby voice "I'm shaking in my boots!" She laughed out sarcastically, walking closer to me she was only making my anger rise more, "tell me why you're here!" She roughly gripped my hair and yanked my head back so I would look up at her. Squeezing my eyes shut as the tears burned from not being released.
"To kill" I muttered lowly, which only seemed to get her more upset because soon she was placing her nail file on the left side of my cheek allowing it to break through my skin, the pain that was being inflicted on me had me praying to God that I got out of here, removing the nail file from the new wound she quickly stabbed it into my left thigh, my scream was gut wrenching as the pain shot through my leg. "LOUDER!" I could hear her scream in my face but it was all just blurring out letting the tears fall I felt so weak I could pass out any second just from the amount of torture I was being put through. "To kill!" I finally screamed, releasing my hair from her grip roughly she smiled down at me, immediately I hung my head low I had a headache out of this world and I felt so defeated.
"What are you, like 14?" She questioned, nodding slowly I looked up at her and was again greeted with a left hook, huffing in anger I was so tired of this sick bitch hitting me. Spitting out the blood that consumed my mouth to the side of me.
"Two rules Malia, you look at me when you speak to me and when you speak to me you use words, that are loud and fucking clear! If you don't, you look weak! And one thing you should know about me Malia is that I don't like the weak. You understand?!"
