Spotlight (One Shot)

Bad Girl

Have you ever been put in a situation that you couldn't get yourself out of? I mean, the type of position where you're stuck between a rock and a a hard place. Not knowing how or why you ended up there. Just that you needed to escape. My name is Bahja Rodriguez, Beauty if you will, and I am an eighteen year old singer and dancer. Six years ago my best friend and I were sitting in her room playing around with one of our favorite songs. Seven months later we were in a girl group with my little sister and her best friend. Today, ha well today Zonnique and I are still the remaining founding members. Our sister Breaunna has been with us since 2009. We've had our ups and downs with the industry. Left a label, all over being drug through the rings. Fans? Plenty. And they're all very loyal. But there's one major problem. I'm the bad girl of the group. Not in a literal sense. But in the media's eyes Beauty has no filter and no self composure.

"Bahj you ready to go?" "Yeah just give me one minute." 'Beauty_OMG: If they only knew what the bad girl endoured daily.' I got into the car with my sisters and remained quiet. They had no idea that I'd been raped last night. And I didn't intend on them finding out. As we drove to rehearsal I could feel Nique's eyes on me. She always senses my bad moods from a mile away. But I can't tell anyone. Its for my safety and the baby's. Did I mention I was three weeks pregnant? I've been repeatedly raped since Shaun and I's three month anniversary. He took my viriginity by force. To think I was considering giving it to him by choice at one point. "Bre could you give us a minute?" "Sure." Nique held me in the car after Bre got out and walked inside. "Bee what's the matter? You've been quiet and in your phone all morning." "Nothing." "I know better than that." "Nique could we just go rehearse. I promise that's all I need to feel better."

"Bankhead!" I hugged my brother Sean and laughed weakly as he flipped my hair. "Miss Beauty I'm loving this hair today." "Why thank you boo. We're doing Boy Its Over correct?" "We are. Um Libs wants you all to actually do your vocals today while dancing." "Seriously?" Nique laughed at my groan. "Let's just get it over Bahj. It says here we're just doing the chorus until its tight." "Fine." The music began and I couldn't help but feel tears. This is exactly how I feel about Shaun. I'm just too damn weak and afraid to leave his sorry ass. "Boy this is over give me my things back you can keep the headaches just give my keys back you ain't gotta lie no more we ain't seeing eye to eye no more..." Sixteen times. We did this shit sixteen times and by the end I was angrier than ever. Why? Because Shaun stood in back with a smug smirk on his face. "Hey Shauny." "Nique." He rejected her hug and looked directly at my teary eyes. I could sense that he would be more than aggressive later.

"I'll call you guys later." "Wait, I thought we were going to lunch." "We ar-" "Bahja and I have somewhere to be right now. Right baby?" Shaun secretly had the tightest grip in the world on my hand forcing me to agree. "I totally forgot we had to go to his shoot. I'll make it up. Dinner?" "Always. Bye Bahj!" "Yeah see you then I guess." While I could hear the anger in Bre's voice Nique looked heart broken. I've been blowing them off a lot more lately. "You're late." "Tell that to Bahja." "Excuse me? I have a career Shaun. I couldn't miss rehearsal just because you're mode-" I held my face feeling the pain surge instantly after being slapped. "Who you talking to like that Shamoni?!" "No one." I sniffed walking to the dressing room and sitting quietly. I decided to just tweet my sorrows until I came across Nique's last tweet. Her last two actually. 'Star_OMG: Have to wonder will I ever be able to call you mine. Will there ever be an us.' 'Star_OMG: But then I realize you'd never feel the same.' I was in the middle of replying out of curiosity when I got a picture notification. She'd sent me the picture from my birthday. I had her in my arms and had given her a kiss on the cheek. 'Missing my bae...'