That was almost 2 months ago. Now as I think back on it. I should have never walked away from him. Maybe I should have stayed a little longer. I don't know why I didn't take the chance when i had it. I was so naive at the time. So stupid, blind, and so easy to go along with everything.
I heard James calling my name to come back upstairs for round 3. I thought he was sleep. I should have known better than to think that. He never sleeps. He is always doing some new drug and it keeps him up for days until he burns himself out. I sluggishly walked up the spiraling staircase, hoping he wasn't as rough as the last 2 times. When I got up there he was smoking a blunt. At least, he would fall asleep in a matter of 45 minutes. That's as long as he can last, anyways.
I awoke the next morning so sore that I couldn't even sit up. I knew I couldn't walk, so I had to crawl to the bathroom. I heard laughing and stopped to turn around.
"Daddy put it on you last night, huh?" He had this smirk on his face that I wanted to wipe off. Even if I could, I couldn't for 2 reasons. I was sore and he was strong. I had to say what he wanted to hear, so I said, "Yes, daddy did." I smiled, but when I turned around, looking towards the bathroom, I said, "disgust me last night." I was laughing, but that came to a halt.
As I tried to crawl towards the bathroom, I felt a heavy weight smash my body to the floor. His foot was deep in my back, the place that hurt the most. My face was eating the carpet. He decided to put his knee in my back instead and bent down above my head. He had this dark and mysterious look in his eye. Yes, eye. I had stabbed him in the left one, before. It was in self-defense, though. I guess he didn't learn.
It had happened in the summer of 2010. I didn't know James personally, but I heard of him. He had a good name around the streets from the guys. We used to go to the same school. He was the best basketball player in the school, and every girl wanted to be with him. Except for me. My mamma said that school comes first then boys. That's exactly what I did, until the day I decided to walk home after a game one night. That was the stupidest thing I had ever done, because it had led me to where I am today.
He was with a group of friends at the corner by my house. He was with his girlfriend. I think her name was Jessica, I don't really remember. As soon as I got my key in the door knob, I turned to look at them one more time. His friends were leaving and I heard them talking, which turned into yelling. He was waving his hands around and I wanted to step in before anything happened. As he started getting in her face I had ran over there. He had his hand up ready to hit her, when he saw me.
"Is this why you are leaving me? For her?" I was too focused on her to even realize what he was saying. Things escalated quickly, so I had to act fast. There was an abandoned building by where they were. So i had ran over and thought of anything that I could use for protection. I grabbed the first thing I saw, a screw driver and ply wood. When I got back over there, he had her up by her throat in the air.
"JAMES!!" I had gotten his attention, he dropped Jessica and started walking towards me.
"You little bitch, you're the one that she is leaving me for?! HUH?? She is leaving me for this low-life that is a nobody." He didn't even know me well enough to call me a low-life and nobody, but that was less important right now. I looked down and Jessica was still trying to catch her breath. Once I looked back up, he was coming towards me.
Once he started to charge at me, I whacked him with the ply wood and when he was down I had jabbed him in the leg with the screw driver. He fell down yelling in agony, but he was still trying to attack me. I felt that I didn't have any other choice, so I had jabbed him in the eye with the screw driver. I thought that if he couldn't see us, then he wouldn't attack. I stuck him in the eye and started turning the driver in then out. He was howling like a dog. I looked for Jessica, but she was already running.
I didn't dare go home that night or the next. I had called my mom, told her I was okay, and that was the end of it. That's all she wanted to know. James had told his parents that I was the one that did it. They didn't send me to jail, but for the consequences, I had to help him get better. Like give him his meds, food, take him wherever he wanted to go. I was like his own personal nanny. He would call me for any and everything. "Assyriah. Assyriah!!" That is all i ever freaking heard all day long.
"Assyriah.." "ASSYRIAH!! I KNOW YOU HEAR ME TALKING TO YOU!!!" I must have blacked out from the impact. I was in our bedroom still on the floor, but this time James was standing over me, just watching.
