I've Experienced It

Chapter One- Getting Away

"Dammit Camela, you can't do anything right!" her step dad screamed at her as she curled up in a fetal position. Sexually abusing her was nothing new, ever since she was 10. She just couldnt wrap her head around why he'd always choose her instead of her other 2 sisters. This created hatred and envy in her soul towards her sisters. It was 3 of them in total, Stacy the eldest 20 but she knows whats happening at home with Camela but won't help nor take her sister with her. She moved out a very long time ago. Camela the second oldest, just 18 years old and lastly Tina, the baby. Tina was only 16 but had an attitude of someone 24. Her mom had her with Troy, so you guessed it she was their angel and very spoiled. Camela resented her baby sister so much that she wouldn't even talk to her at all and live under the same roof.

The only thing in Camela's mind at this point is her phone, there was one person that can take her mind away from this madness and soon her body. Jackson, she meet him on Facebook last summer and they've bin talking ever since. He was 24 a bit older than her but they didn't care. He's born and raised in Florida and wanted her to move in with him but now that she's finally legal he was going to ensure that it happens. He knew everything about her because there wasn't a secret that she kept from him. She was so open with him he knew everything about her, down to her favorite name brand to when her abuse started. He never asked her for anything, no nudes or anything. He'd just call her to ensure that she knows it would be okay and he's waiting on her to become legal to take her away from all the choas.

Troy finally left the room, leaving her covered in semen and blood. He got mad because she was on her period and fought him back, with her little 145 frame that didn't help much. He is still got his way with her in the end. There was no one she could turn to because she cut all her friends and family off. She was literally just a zombie on her block, the only person she wanted to speak to was Jackson and that's the only person she cared about. She snatched her phone the mattress and ran into the bathroom locking the door. As she looked herself in the mirror she broke down crying, All she saw was the scars of abuse, heart break, deceit and hatred that she never asked for. Her hands gripped the edges of the sink until her veins started to pop out. She just wanted to scream but knew she couldn't, "Why me? What did I do to deserve this?" she mumbled looking at the broken girl in the mirror. Yet again not an answer given, just devastation in her eyes. This was truly broken girl, she felt as if there was nothing beautiful about her on the outside and inside. Camela was so wrong, She stood 5'3 with dark brown natural hair, C up breast and a nice body even though she was a bit bloated right now. She favored her dad with her slanted light brown eyes and his caramel color skin tone, she almost looked like she tans for her color. Her body type was something from her mom though and she hated it because it drew attention to her, and not the attention she longed for and especially not from the people she wanted it from.

She turned the shower on hot just to burn off the germs that covered her body and wishing to get another skin than this one. "This is the last time, or ima kill this nigga. I swear." She said to herself. After a 30 minute bath that she didn't even know she took because the time didn't feel like that but due to her mom banging on the door telling her to get out, she realized. Her mom knew what was happening but strangely hated her daughter for the attention her man was giving her. Just a strange household. Camela picked up her phone and headed back to her room, she had her towel wrapped around her body tight when she felt a stinging smack across her left ass cheek. She turned around with swiftness, no one other than her step dad Troy. Smirking at her, "Don't look at me like that, you know you liked that shit. Go put some clothes on, you know yo momma a jealous bitch." he said to her laughing walking out. Her eyes burned with tears as she ran to her room.

Her phone began ringing, and she raced over to it, knowing it was one person because only one person had her number. He sent her some money for her birthday last year to buy a phone because she use to go to the library to talk to him or when she was her ex bestfriend Kimberly were friends she'd use her phone. Her and Kim had a falling out because Kim told her she needs to stop wasting time with this guy because he's far and may be a cat fish. That's something Camela was not trying to hear, mainly because this guy made her so happy it would be devasting to even think he was fake. He was everything she wanted, standing 6'1 with smooth chocolate skin, he had something going for himself and he respected her through it all. It didn't matter what time she called him, he answered but he'd always tell her "don't worry about what I be doing, just know I got you and I gets money" so she stopped asking him about what he did.

"Hey babygirl, what's going on?" Jackson greeted her through the phone. He was actually excited to speak to her because he was having a real rough day. She could hear it in his voice but couldn't bring herself to talk because her voice got caught in her throat and turned into a large lump, her eyes began to rapidly burn. Just his voice alone brought her to the verge of a complete break down, she threw her head into the pillow and let out a big scream. "Yo, babygirl? You there? What's going on? Talk to me", he said now sitting up. Deep down Jackson already knew what the problem was and as much as he hated to admit it, he was tired of it as well. "Pack yo shit babygirl, you're coming to me," he said as serious as she'd ever heard him before. Her head popped up from her pillow and she just looked at the phone. It was now, 6 in the evening. "I need you to pull yourself together, pack your shit and go to the airport now. Ima put you on the 8 o'clock flight tonight. Let me know if you into it, matter of fact I dont care what you're into, you coming." He was now calling one of his connections at the airport and booked her flight on the phone with her listening. She could not believe it, he was actually serious this time. "Okay." was all she could say. She was finally leaving, all the horrible feelings she felt earlier was out the window. She quickly called a cab so that by the time they pulled up she would be ready to leave. Bouncing around her room like a manic packing everything that was important to her, she heard to taxi honk and was out the room with swiftness. "Where do you think you're goi-" Troy said trying to run behind her as she slammed the door. Unfortunately for him, she was already in the taxi and pulling off. She just relaxed in her seat and let a breath out, she was on her way to the love of her life. Is she though?

* Sorry for all mistakes.