BLISS || An ASAP Rocky story||

7

Isis

My eyes fluttered open. The feelings of pain rushed throughout my body as if i was just stabbed in every part.

I was in the dark room that resembled Rocky from before. But the big space was replaced with hospital gear.

I looked down at my body, i had IV cords running along the right side of my bed sheets wrapping around my arm.

What happened? I questioned myself.

My skin was the color of a vampire as i attempted to raise my arms, but it was no use.

I was weak.

This feeling started to feel familiar. I started to think about the time one of my mothers ex-boyfriends didn't something to me that made me confirm that i was alone in this world.

Creak!

I heard my bedroom door open slowly. My Back was facing the door.

I felt my bed began to shift to one side and a hot breathe with a strong hint of alcohol and Weed hit my neck then my nose.

Sean.

It was evident that i was afraid. The feeling of my shaking body, the rising and falling of my chest as i heavily breath, and the tears quietly making a scene down the side of my face. Scared.

I slowly tried to slide away from him.

"Where you going, baby-y girl? Your a beautiful girl. You know that?" Sean slurred as he pulled me closer to him and  gently moved the hair that was guarding my face behind my ear.

I quietly sobbed as i felt his hand go lower, touching the bottom of my shirt Hannah Montana t-shirt that came above the top of my heart underwear.

"P-p-please S-sean. Please stop." I said, taking in that he was my moms boyfriend touching my small body inappropriately.

Sean flipped me over so now he was on top and i was on bottom.

His eyes were filled with lust and rage as he tried to pry my hands above my head.

"Lemme me help you feel go-od, baby." He whispered as he began to viciously tear my t-shirt and underwear off.

I screamed and pleaded for help, in hopes that hopefully my mother would come and save me.

She never came.

The whole night consisted of me screaming and yelling for help that just never came.

The hurt and pain had caused me to pass out after his second time using and beating on my lifeless body.

I woke the next morning in a hospital and my mother sitting up straight looking into her phone.

"Where were you at?" I whispered to her.

She looked up at me with such a hateful look.

"Little whore! You're 11! Going around, throwing you little pussy at my man. You ought to be a shame of yourself. I didn't raise you like that." She sneered.

My heart began to throb at the hurtful words she had just used against her daughter. She chose to stand up for a lil boy who didn't care about her but only fucked her.

My thoughts came back to me as i felt the tear glide to the side of my face.

I looked around to see if i could find someone in the room to help me. It was dark with the only light was the light coming from behind the curtain from the moon.

As my eyes followed the light to see Rocky was in an uncomfortable chair that i remember i saw in the second living room they had on the second floor. The red and black chair complemented his complexion. His long braids that oh so much made him look put together.

His long eyelashes, clean finger tips, brown-pink lips.. that was just some of the beautiful things that made Rocky look different from any boy I've ever seen. His facial features gave his a sense of complexity.

Then all the thoughts came flooding back to what happened before I remembered passing out.

Why was Rocky sheltering me in this house with a bunch of boys?

Why'd he take what little happiness i had and throw it to dirt?

Since I've been in this house, I've seemed to question a lot the things that I've been through in my life and the little things that have went on while being here. The things with my mother, my living and working conditions and problems, my insecurities. These were things that i haven't had the time to process in a long time.

Falling in love with Rocky isn't something i want to do. But then again, i didn't want to be in this house, away from my old apartment and my job at the diner, but here i am.

I thought back to the day when i was tied up in the basement in the dark when Rocky was on top of me saying "Ill never hurt you." He hurt me right then and there when my hands were choking under the weight of his rage and my weight period.

Rocky was an addition to my now painful life that i so badly want to escape from.

Suicide was an option.

I looked back at Rocky. Wanting to figure out way he done these things to me. What made him do this.

I wanted an explanation.

But in that journey, i have to figure out a way to get free from all this.

I gotta get out of here.

-song in media-

Xo/host x The Weeknd