Shivangi POV
"Your house is huge!"Denala gushed as I gave her a tour of my house. We had to get acquainted a little bit more before we were comfortable enough to start working on the project. Her mom let her ride the bus home with me and she would be picked up later tonight.
"My parents aren't here right now but they'll be back later. I can tell them to pick up dinner if you want."I offered.
I took her upstairs to my room and sat my book-bag down by my dresser.
"Dang girl what size bed is this?"She mumbled, sitting down at the edge of my bed. "It's queen size."I answered, sitting at the head.
"You don't have to sit right there the whole time. Would you like to go first or me?"
"You can,"She ushered for me to talk about myself first. We had to get to know each other a little as apart of the project so we know what works best for us as a group. It felt weird talking to the girl that used to aggravate me so much in class but I guess I can get over it for the sake of our next class grade.
"Have you ever had sex before?"We were playing twenty one questions every time a commercial came on in between a movie we were watching on Syfy. She looked over at me. "I guess you could say that."She shrugged.
"What do you mean you guess? Did you do it or not?"I smirked.
"We—,"She opened her mouth to speak until we heard the front door open. "That must be my parents."I got off the bed and slid on my custom made slippers and Denala followed behind me.
"Wazzam daughter! What you doin'?"My dad pulled me into a hug.
"We got the food you requested princess,"Mom handed the Raising Canes bag to me.
"Thank you! Mom, dad, this is my friend from school, Denala."
"So you the girl that been bullyin' my daughter?"Mama asked, sitting her keys down and sliding her shoes off. "Yeah, she told me about your little fast ass! Telling her to tame her kinky hair!"Mama iffed at her. I facepalmed myself. "She said the teacher forced y'all to work on a project together. Well, I'm tellin' you don't touch shit in my daughter room. In my house for that matter!"
"We're gonna go back upstairs now."I dismissed us from the conversation because I knew how nervous Denala was getting. "Don't worry about her, she's a little messed up in the head."I laughed, taking our food out of the bag.
"So like I was saying, you did the nasty before?"I reminded her of what we were talking about before my parents got home. "I didn't exactly willingly engage in sexual activities."She responded.
"So how did it happen?"
"I was raped a few times."
"Why?"
"I'll never really know why he keeps doing it to me. I try not to dwell on it too much."
"Is that why you used to pick on me in school?"
"I used that as a coping mechanism. It was never anything personal, you were just an easy target."
"How long has it been going on?"I wanted to be nosey and find out more.
"Since I was fourteen."
I left the talk at that and dipped my chicken into the canes sauce.
"Have you ever done it before?"
I shook my head. "I'm waiting for my sixteenth birthday which is in three months. Hopefully, I find the right person by then."I informed her.
We talked some more and night time was approaching quickly. Denala ended up falling asleep on the bed. She looked uncomfortable in that sleeping position.
"Your mom was supposed to come get you at eight. It's going on ten o'clock."I shook her.
"She might be working late and forgot to let me know."Denala muttered, half-asleep.
"Just in case she doesn't come get you tonight, you can wear some of my jammies and get comfortable in the bed."I looked through my dresser and pulled out a shirt and some shorts for her. I pinned my hair up, placed the bonnet on and hopped in the shower for a few minutes.
When I got out, Denala was gone so I immediately thought that her mom finally showed up. That was, until she walked back into my room with a handful of tootsie rolls. "Where did you go?"I asked.
"To the living room. This is the closest thing I could find. I hope your mom doesn't mind."
"She won't. I'll replace them before she notices."I assured her. She got back in the bed and curled up. I turned off my lamp. "Why you all the way over there?"
"I thought you liked your personal space."She spoke.
"I do but you don't have to be so far away. Like a stranger."
"Okay,"She scooted a bit closer and wrapped her arms around her legs.
"Why you lay like that?"
"I feel safe this way."
"You gonna feel safe if I turn the tv off?"
"Yeah. Go ahead."
I hit the red 'power down' button on the remote, hearing it shut off. I sat the remote back on my nightstand. Now, the room was completely dark and exactly how I liked it to be.
My eyes opened when I heard my bedroom door opening. "Aye girl! Ya mama here! You better not be tryna steal from my daughter up in here."Mama scolded her and I rolled my eyes.
I walked Denala to the door and turned to see my mom with a hand on her hip.
"You did the absolute most while she was here."I shook my head.
??? POV
"Yeah, I heard that nigga live in Florida now."I nodded, letting my Dad know I latched on to what he was saying.
"First thing you do, get your ass on the first flight to Florida. You gonna be down there for a while."
"What I do after that?"
"When you get off the plane, hook that shit to your ear."He three an earpiece at me. It landed in my lap so I picked it up and looked at it. "I got everything else covered. Just know that I want that nigga and his daddy to suffer. Now get the fuck out my office bitch." I stood up from the chair, stuffed the ear piece in my jacket pocket. The last thing I saw was my Dad sparking up a blunt and two strippers walking past me. I left the club and went home to pack up for my long trip.
Who was that??👀
