Bliss
\ˈblis\ (n) : Complete Happiness
Isis wasn't a normal 17 year old girl who felt as though she never had a place in the world. The introverted teenager wasn't always happy and constantly wonders about her surroundings. While coming home from...
These were the words going to through my mind. My mind was on a Frits trying to figure out why me?
I didn't think i looked the best. I didn't think i was pretty enough to be kidnapped, unwillingly. Ive bee through so much in my life to know that I'm just unlucky.
I sat in a room that the Sweet voiced boy put me at. He had locked the door from outside in hopes i wouldn't try to escape again. It was honestly a beautiful room that never in my life gave i expected to be in.
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The room was slightly messy with the bed unmade and some shirts on the rack. You can tell he was a simple guy, but vey dark. He had secrets.
No one's room is this simple unless at one point in their life, things were too full.
"If I let you out, you have to promise not to pull what you did last time again." The boy with braids said as he walked in the door.
Today, he looked nice. He knows how to dress.
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I hesitantly nodded my head. He motioned for me to follow.
"Can I ask you something? How long have I been here?" I said when I finally got beside him. He looked up at me slowly.
"About a week and a half." I looked at him was a confused look. "How have I been here that long? There's no way!" I said as I began to shake my head and count how many days I've been here.
"You was passed out or either chloroformed. I honestly didn't mean to do it so many times but you were so crazy and not listening so we had to take measures. But you did throw a vase at Tyler and Kick Jordan in the nuts." He said with a chuckle. He did have a point.
We got down the stairs and he lead me to where it looked like a living room. There was Tyler, Jordan, Frank, and the boy who's name I've yet to know.
"This is Tyler," Pretty boy said pointing to the GOLF boy who i'd thrown the vase at. "Frank, Jordan or Carti, Ferg and Im Rocky, but if you want, call me Rakim." He said finally saying his name. I nodded my head towards them and looked down.
"My name is Isis." I said below a whisper, but they heard me.
All of the boys said 'wassup' or 'whatever'. After the scene i caused, i expected those responses.
"If you wasn't a girl, i would've kicked your damn ass." Jordan said as he had his eyes on the tv the whole time. Tyler agreed and laughed.
Rakim started walking to the kitchen and followed.
"I know that you're really hungry. You can eat whatever you want but just clean up after yourself." Rocky said as he began to walk out of the kitchen.
"Rakim? Can i ask you one last thing?" I said lowly.
"Why me?"
Rakim
The million dollar question.
A question i didn't know how to answer. I knew one day shell ask, but i never thought id be this soon.
I turned around slowly and looked up at her. As streams of tears raced down her face, her fingers twitched with fright as she walked to the refrigerator and was looking for something.
I went up behind her, cautious of not to frighten her. I gripped her waist. She tensed
"You're beautiful, Isis. When i seen you coming out of the diner, you just stood out. With all the shit I've been through in my life, you looked like that golden lining that was supposed to be there all along. I don't know if you're a sign but, you're really beautiful." I confessed. I turned her around to where she was facing me.
She was looking down, as the tears continued to flow. I wiped her face with me thumb. She was such a mystery. A beautiful one. She had a good aura.
"Eat something and come back upstairs to the room where you woke up in. Do you remember where its at?"
She began to nod her head, notifying me that she remembered.
"I don't want you to feel like a caged animal while being here. I know how it feels. Eat good, baby girl." I said and turned to go upstairs.
Isis
Why does he trust me? I could kill him and his friends and walk out this house like the victim i am. But, his voice sounded so lonely.
I could feel his intentions meant well but i couldn't get over the fact that my life was now interrupted. I could never go back to my life because of now i have this burden of What if's that cloud my judgement about Rakim.
