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...
Maybe the journey of life is to meet people who will make you experience the best things ever.
Once the fourth-period bell rung to signify the end of class I slowly began to pack up my books. I walked out of class headed to lunch until I felt somebody tug on me and pull me into a classroom. Once the classroom door closed and the lights flicked on I started looking for the culprit who pulled me into the classroom. "What the hell" I yelled as I noticed Jason laughing at my expression. "It is not funny Jason. My heart was literally beating out of my chest." I stated while rolling my eyes.
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"I know. I know" Jason stated while wiping the corner of his eyes. I started to pout because this was honestly not funny. If Jason knows what Dylan does to me he wouldn't even do this. Well If Jason knew what Dylan did I don't even think Dylan would be alive right now. I picked my head up and look at Jason with a pout. Jason's face met mine and his laugh immediately stopped. "What the hell happened to your face? Don't even try lying to me." Jason said all joke aside now.
"Well, Jessica, Jordan, and Aaliyah did this to me over Kaiden," I stated in a low whisper. "Damn Kalise. Why did you let them do this to you? You and I both know you are capable of taking care of your damn self. Your father didn't put you in those damn boxing classes for shit." Jason started rambling furiously while pacing the classroom.
Jason was right. I was EBF certified to fight in any fight clubs or box. My father put me in boxing class because I couldn't control my anger. When I would get angry I would blackout and see red. My father called this my "darker" side. I went to anger management and boxing therapy. I eventually learned how to control my anger and not go into my "darker" side. When my dad died I had lost my way. I became depressed and promised that I would never result back to that "darker" side that played a huge role in my younger life. Dylan punches hurt, but I honestly think I deserve them at times. I could have been stopped Dylan, Jessica, Jordan, and Aaliyah, however, I feel as if I am the blame for my dad's death.
"Jason I know, but I deserve it all," I started shaking because I felt the tears threatening to spill out "it was my fault my dad died Jason. If only I listened to him and not have let that side of me take over he wouldn't be dead. If I would have listened her father wouldn't have shot my dad in cold blood. It is my fault, Jason." I cried while feeling my heart ache over the loss of my father. I feel my mother blames me for the death of him too and that's why she allows Dylan to beat me. I don't blame her, I took away the love of her life. Jason walked over to me and wipe the tears that fell down my face. "Kalise, It was not your fault. It was not your fault at all. Is this why you let Jessica and her friends hit you? Kalise that should not be a reason that you let them hit you or anybody at that." Jason said to me while gripping me in a tight hug.
