A Devious Player And His Bitchy Roommate {1}

Thinking of the past 28

Sabella's POV

"Look Rah-nee-ta" I said pointing at her name tag. "I don't think you understand me right now but I need to get my old dorm back. You know. The one in the girls dormitory" I spoke with attitude leaving my lips.

I couldn't dare to go back living with Liam again. It's been 2 weeks after the entire situation with him and Davarius. Now my life has been fucking with me even more ever since. I've been staying with Tuesday for those 2 weeks since his roommate went out of town but he's back and I don't know where else to go.

My math grades are slipping. My English teacher wants to bang me ( I have no clue why like what the fuck) now I have no place to stay. Shit on top of that Brooklyn's not answering any of my damn calls and texts.

"Look Sa-bell-a I don't make the fucking rules here if you want to get back into the girls dormitory I suggest you go ahead and talk to the RA's until than please escort your way out of my office"

I hate this stupid cunt even more now I thought to myself.

As I got up off the single sofa chair I headed towards the big brown door.

Turning around I spoke "But Rahneeta I-"

"Bye Sabella"

With that I rolled my eyes and slammed the door behind me.

Obviously I knew the RA's are in charge of this stuff but clearly they don't even want to tolerate me right now. Shit or ever.

I sighed. Where the hell am I gonna stay now?

Finally approaching my car I got in and just sat there in silence.

All I could think about was Liam. Ever since I met him I always felt like I led him on than left him hanging. Well maybe I'm just over thinking it. But what if he never had feelings for me anyways. Like yeah I remembered him calling me beautiful and what not but guys call girls beautiful everyday just to get what they want and leave.

And it's not like I didn't want Liam it's just that I've been through some fucked up shit growing up that led me to believe that people are down right selfish and evil. And a fucked yo individual in a relationship with another fucked up individual doesn't go well.

Out of all people I would fucking know trust me.

Ok ok lets just cut to the chase. My parents were murders and it's not the "My parents run a Mafia or whatever you call it and they killed people to sell drugs" no that's not the case at all.

My parents killed for fun and religious purposes only. They had their own religious ceremonies where they would force me to sit down and watch them as they would kidnap kids that would be around my age and brutally murder them.

They would always say "If you dare go running off I will get my sprit to haunt you and torture you" to scare me.

Of course I would be fucking scared I was 9 at the time. 9 year old girls should be playing with fucking barbies and painting their toes pink not watching their parents do sacrifices.

I wiped the tears that was now slowly starting to drip down my face as I think about the past.

It's so fucked up that I just sat there while they would do that. I should've put a fucking end to their spiritual evil shit sooner instead of waiting fucking 3 years to finally speak up.

Shit even when I did I still got backlash at. The media hurt me so damn much I felt hopeless.

"You should've came forth sooner because of you many children are dead"

"Tuh. You demon spawn"

"It's because of your parents they killed not one but all three of my kids"

"Send her and her parents straight to hell .  They always wanted to go anyways."

"What if she grows up and decides to do the same thing her parents did?"

And the list goes on and on.

And it's not like I didn't try to be happy trust me I did.

Even through all of that fucked up shit I still managed to get through high school, make friends, and have a some what a relationship with my Aunt back in New Jersey.

"You know what" I said wiping the tears off of my face. "I'm strong, I'm beautiful, and soon to be happy. Nothing and I mean nothing is going to stop me being happy" I said with determination and hope.

Now let's go see these fucking RA's.