Nothing Was The Same (c.a)

Chapter 21

08/30

ITS MY BIRTHDAY, AND I MUST CHOP MY MONEY!!!!!!!!!!

anyway......onto the chapter.....

Chapter 21

 Jazlyn P.O.V:

It was pretty early in the morning, 7.30 to be precise and I was alone at the local library. For somne reason, that place just takes me away from my thoughts and allows me...to be me. 

I was the only person there, as well as the librarian, Vanessa. 

{a/n: Jazlyn's mom is the librarian :p). 

Librarian: Would you like anything to eat or drink?

me: naah, I'm good. 

I like the librarian, she's kind and she's always around. My brother is barely around and I haven't seen my grandma for weeks, or maybe months. 

But I get this special vibe from Vanessa, it's not ordinary. The way she treats me, she's like a mom I've never had. 

I received a text that drove me away from my thoughts. It's from...Craig?

Text Convo:

 itsProd: Hey Jazzy, can we meet up at your place today?

JazzyTooDopee: Shouldn't you be asking Cece that question? 

itsProd: I know, but I hurt her and you know her a lot more than me.

JazzyTooDopee: Hmmmmmm.........

itsProd: Please...?

JazzyTooDopee: Come by my house at 4pm. 

4 pm:

-Knocking on door-

I got up from the sofa and opened the door to see Craig. I let him in and he went straight to the kitchen. He came back in with a beer.

me: you could've asked me first if you could have that, but nevermind. 

He ignored me and sat down. He looked directly at the Tv. 

me: If you are here only to watch my television, you better leave. 

He turned his head and stared at me. Then he burped in my face.

me: Craig Crippen Jnr, what the hell has gotten into you? 

He still didn't reply. 

I turned the Tv off so that I could regain his concentraion. 

me: nigga I am talking to you. Now...where have you been all these months?

He finally decided to reply.

Craig: singing. 

me: So, you left us all, to go and sing? 

Craig: Did I not just say that? 

This boy is rude, goddamn.

He stood and brought back three more bottles of beer. He gulped all three of them down and was drunk. I never knew it would only take four bottles to make a guy drunk. 

me: Craig, you need to leave. This little meeting was worthless and pointless.

Craig: (slurred) but you....pwomised to help me get that bitch back.

me: Cece is not a bitch, she a girl with standards. And may I have you know, that Cece has a boyfriend. It could've been you, but your selfish ass decided against it. 

Silence. 

Craig: (slurred) then i want you.

me: you are drunk. I'm going to call Chresanto so that you can go home. 

I started dialling his number and pressed call when I felt a cold blow to my face that pushed me to the floor.

Craig punched me and started to beat me up. 

He started unbuckling his belt. I was pratically slithering on the floor to get to my phone when I felt him pull me back to him with my leg. 

He started striking me with belt. It was painful. 

Then he pulled off his jeans...then ripped off his boxers. He removed my leggings and underwear and then he entered. 

I let tears stream down my face. He saw this and started to punch me and beat to make me stop crying. 

I cried more and more at the painful unwanted strokes that I received from him. 

Then he punched me one more time...and before you know it ...I blacked out. 

Wow.

R.N