un·fazed
ˌənˈfāzd/
adjective
not disconcerted or perturbed.
"No one loves me. No one is going to." Loyalty Nina Parker, a senior at Crenshaw High, thought that for a long time. Born and raised in Hyde Park, L.A., Loyalty's life seems to be a blur. A...
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Here was I. In the hospital with an IV in my arm to replenish my fluids, lying in the bed with a fractured rib, a punctured lung and a concussion. For some reason, God didn't take me away from this toxic environment. I guess that meant I was worth something. Maybe, I needed to rise above it.
My right eye was still swollen shut, the swelling in my lips didn't go down and my skin is has a bluish tint from the oxygen that can't get released. Could you believe my birthday is on the twenty first of December, which is this weekend and I couldn't even celebrate it because I have to spend this week in the hospital, another two weeks of bedrest and an additional week out of school which was my mom's brilliant idea!
"Yo yo yo!," Rodney called walking in the room with a bouquet of my favorite flowers, Orchids. I weakly smiled as I grabbed and sniffed the flowers. I opened my mouth to say something but it hurt to talk.
"Yo, don't even worry 'bout that nigga. I got somebody for that bitch. I got some people for that nigga. Trust me," he confirmed. I shook my head. I wiggled my jaw around to loosen it up.
"My mom suggested to press charges. I don't want to unless I have somebody with me to support." He sat down on the end of bed and leaned closer.
"You know I'm always down. I'm just one call away," he assured picking at my cheeks. I weakly smile as the door opens and revealed Taylor and Dee holding an assortment of balloons.
"Hey girl! How you holding up?," Taylor asked sitting down next to the bed.
"I'm in pain. So much pain. I haven't really opened up to you guys about this, except Taylor, but a few months after my dad died, my mom had a boyfriend. He used to touch me, flirt with me, and one day he was so bold. So bold to the point where he took my pureness, my innocence, and my womanhood, my confidence and for it to almost happen again-," I paused as tears took over my talking.
Rodney, Taylor and Dee all stood up and hugged me and my body relaxed as I felt their warm embrace.
"It's okay, Lo. I'm here. We're here. We're down for you no matter what. Fuck a Julian," Dee assured.
"Speaking of Julian, where the fuck is he? He needs to be here no matter what," Taylor questioned in rage.
"Fuck him! She doesn't need him! If he wasn't there for her Friday, he's not gonna be here for her now! Fuck a Julian, Fuck a Ta'Shay! That's how tf I feel!," Dee snapped standing up. Rodney shook his head as he grabbed his car keys.
"Yo, Chic-Fil-A anyone? I know y'all don't want any hospital food. That shit is nasty," Rodney asked standing by the door.
"You know I want some," I mumbled, taking a sip of my water. Everyone placed their order and Taylor eventually turned on the T.V out of boredom. My mother entered the room, firmly holding her phone.
"Thank you guys for being here and supporting my daughter. She really needs it. The man who raped my daughter is in police custody and detectives will call me when trial starts."
