Material Girl

Material Girl (Chapter 11)

* 2 months later*

It's difficult

I feel dead.

All my hope

All my fight

All my determination

My soul

Dead.

They took everything.

Everything.

I won't ever be able to move on.

Why am I still here?

He's dead, I wanna be too.

The basement door opened.

"Get the fuck up," Isaiah ordered.

I sat still. Knees to my chest. I didn't move.

"I said get up," He repeated. He was getting even more angry, I could tell. I remained still. He sighed and grabbed my arm and started to drag me. I wasn't getting up.

I refuse to.

"Bitch, get up before you regret it!" He yelled.

Again.

No movement.

He grabbed me and placed me over his shoulder.

"Stop," I angrily whispered.

He was quite and kept on walking. Where the fuck were we going? I watched as we entered a big fancy bedroom. Black leather couches, black fur wall, 80" inch tv, and a big ass water bed.

This nigga got money.

There were at least 5 niggas in here.

What the hell!

"Thanks man, we owe you, we got a bad one tonight " I heard one of the guys said whistling.

Oh.
Shit.

Isaiah put me down.

"Behave and don't act like you don't know what to do because you and I both know that ain't true" He harshly whispered in my ear.

He then walked out.

One of them grabbed me and threw me on the bed. Then started to get undressed. All hope was gone. I was too weak. I couldn't fight back.

I tried to ignore what was taking place. The rest of the boys were distracted talking hyping each other up while getting undressed.

I kicked the crap out of the guy that was getting undressed infront of me and somehow managed to get to the door and open it.

He grunted.

I started running. The house was quite. Maybe Isaiah left. I ran to the front door and opened it. The only place I could go to was the woods.

I heard a bunch of yelling and footsteps. I continued to run as fast as I could.

Twigs and branches scratched the crap out of me. My legs started to hurt and my lungs burned and my head aches badly. I couldn't go on. Almost instantly, I passed out.

Hours passed.

I no longer felt leaves and branches. I felt a cold hard table.

Where am I?

"Don't worry about it, the bitch is dead," I heard a familiar voice say. Fuck! I opened my eyes and there the son of a bitch was.

I cried.

I finally broke down and fucking cried.

I was tired of not showing any emotion, because deep down inside I was empty and dead.

Isaiah seemed to be surprised.

"You know you really fucked up today right?" He asked sarcastically.

I nodded my head, still crying.

"And guess what?" He questioned.

I shrugged my shoulders. This earned me a hard slap on my right cheek. "Speak!" He yelled. "What?" I said under my breathe.

He got closer to me and put his mouth near my ear.

"Well now it's time to pay," He whispered pulling out a knife.

I started to shake my head frantically.

He smirked while taunting me with the knife.

Isaiah then slashed a gash in my right thigh. I let out an ear piercing scream. He started to carve something in me. I stopped crying.

Maybe I should just let go.

What am I holding on to, anyway,

And again I blacked out.

*3 days later*

"Wake up, baby," A voice said. My eyes opened. Here we go. My head ached and my stomach was hurting. He placed a plate with spaghetti in my face.

"Eat," He said.

Silence.

"Eat!" He repeated.

Silence.

"Look bitch, acting like this won't get you your thot ass boyfriend back!" He yelled.

Thot?

Still silence.

Isaiah threw the plate, causing it to fall and glass to shatter on the floor. He looked at me angrily and stormed out. His bitch ass got issues. I heard him yelling loud as fuck. What is he mad at now?

"DRAYAAAAA!" Isaiah screamed.

Oh shit!

I ran to the bathroom and locked the door.

I heard the basement door bust open.

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU BITCH!" He yelled.

He walked towards the bathroom and started twisting the door knob and banging on the door harshly.

"OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!" He yelled again.

I heard footsteps and BAM!

He's trying to knock the door down.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I looked for a way to escape.

The window. I tried opening it but it wouldn't work. It was sealed. I searched for something to break the window with.

I pulled the shit out of the glass toilet lid and it broke making me fly back hitting the bathroom wall.

I grabbed it and started smashing the window until it shattered. I quickly started wiggling out. It was only a story down.

Footsteps....BAM!

Footsteps....BAM!

The door started to break.

As I was wiggling out a piece of glass cut my right hip. I screamed but kept on going. I was nearly out until

Footsteps....BANG!

The door flew off.

I was out the window but my pants got stuck in one of the pieces of glass on the window.

Fuck!