I hate for people to put me in category of a hood girl because I live in a low-income project.I am not not a hood girl I have just learned to hold my weight because of the challenges I face. My stepfather, Dylan, abuses me every day while my mother...
I was currently standing in front of my bathroom mirror examining myself. I looked at my dark complexion skin tone and I thought to myself why would God even put me on this earth just to be abused and tortured? I looked at my face noticed the purple bruise forming on my cheek and the corner of my lip swelling.
My stepfather, Dylan, was lazy, a drug addict, and a poor excuse for a man. Dylan made his money, but he did not provide for my mother and me. My mother worked at the local grocery store and was a bartender at the local strip joint. Sadly, that is how she met my stepfather.
I slowly reached over and grabbed some cotton balls, alcohol, and tissues. I washed the blood off my lips from where Dylan busted my lips. I then grabbed the cotton balls and alcohol and placed some alcohol on the cotton ball. I dabbed the alcohol on my lipped. "Shit" I whispered to nobody in particular.
I creeped out the bathroom and looked around the corner to make sure Dylan was gone. After I heard the jingle of the keys, the door slam and the car ignition starting I ran to the kitchen. I placed some ice in a plastic bag and ran to my room and locked my door.
I looked around my room and found an outfit to wear to school tomorrow. I then changed into some shorts and a t-shirt and plugged my headphones into my Galaxy S II. I proceeded to close my eyes and prepared myself what tomorrow holds.
I woke up to my alarm blaring. I quickly snoozed it not wanting to wake my mother or Dylan up. I scurried to the bathroom and examined my face again. The swelling had gone down and the purple bruise could easily be covered up with some simple makeup. I jumped in the shower and let the hot water run over my sore skin. I did my personal hygiene routine and began to put my clothes on.
I ran to my room and grabbed the makeup bag that I left mistakenly left and prayed I didn't run into Dylan. I grabbed the makeup bag and flat irons and continued back to the bathroom. I pressed my hair out first and then continued to my makeup. Once I was satisfied with the way I looked I grabbed my bookbag and an apple and walked to school.
The walk to school is always peaceful. There are no rude kids who want to say something about where I live, my darker skin complexion, or no Dylan. I was humming to Rock the Boat by Aaliyah when I noticed somebody that I've never seen before pull up to Jason's house and blow the horn.
Jason is one of the school drug dealers that still stayed in the rough parts of town. Jason was a force to be reckoned with due to the fact he was neglected by all his foster parents. When Jason turned 16 he went DHR and requested that he be emancipated and taken out of the system. Jason and I actually grew up together before the system started moving him all over New Orleans and Dylan came into my life. When we were younger many people believed that Jason and I were brother and sister because of how protective he was over me. Jason til this day was still protective of me he just handles his business when I was not around because violence brings out a darker side of me that I truly hate.
Jason walked out the house and brought his attention to me by yelling "Hey Kalise." The mysterious stranger sitting inside the car turned towards me and started smiling. "Hey Jason" I stuttered while stopping by the fence. I looked at Jason then towards the mysterious stranger. When our eyes locked I quickly looked down knowing a blush was rushing towards my cheeks.
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Jason leaned his head in the car and it appeared as if he was asking the mysterious man a question. Jason then called out "Hey Kay, why won't you come and ride with Kaiden and me?" I started thinking what would people think of me if they saw me ride with Kaiden and Jason to school. Also, Kaiden is obviously new to the school so what would [people really think. Would they think I'm easy or would they just think I am just a girl riding with an old friend? "Kay you know I am not going to take no for an answer. Too many crazy niggas around her. Come on and get in the car." Jason yelled.
"I don't want to get intruded, Jason and is your friend okay with me riding?" I spoke clearly but low. "Come on ma. I am fine with you riding if Jason is fine with it" spoke the mysterious Kaiden. "Okay" I whispered and I gripped my bookbag a little tighter and started making my way towards Kaiden's car.
When I got settled in Kaiden's car, I immediately thanked him. The whole ride to the school I could only think of how Kaiden voice sounded. It was deep but rough. It had Kalise memorized.
