mykah.

my strange addiction.

OMNISCIENT.

her eyes rolled back as flashes of her blood dripping from her nose spread through her mind like he spread her thighs ready to scrape her clean. she was his object, too high in value for her to know. Derek kissed along the olive tanned skin on Mykah's thighs as he mumbled weak and meaningless apologies for the acts he commited against her. "I didn't mean it, I'm so sorry." He whispered between his kisses as she laid under his intense and false loving stare. Her eyes held its soft glance at the ceiling.

She was mad at herself. She came back when she knew what was going to happen. The arguing and then him taking an inch and then the mile with her body as his hands created markings around her neck and on her chest. Her body felt pain he tried to overtake by replacing with pleasure.

his peachy pink tongue roamed the skin of her lower half as she felt the overwhelming euphoric feeling of ecstasy overtake her; and she forgot. Only for a moment she did. She forgot the way his tongue spat out curses laced with remnants of her name.

Her back arched as his thumb rubbed at the soft bundle that laid atop of her fragile skin and she forgot the way the hand that the thumb belonged to and its counterpart ruined her with her allowance. He beat her; leaving her as hurt and infuriated yet sad and displaced as the last time. The way his hands wrapped their way around the soft skin of her neck and all she could do was say yes. She was his object, significant in every way.

Her toes curled as she released upon his command and a flood like an ocean landed on his tongue taking every piece of her down with what was already stolen. He reaped the milk of her human kindness and all she could do was breathe the rest of her death away.

The next morning, she left without a trace. That morning she waited until he left for work at the ass crack of dawn. Once he did she gave it a few minutes and then she grabbed the remnants of her belongs out of her side of the closet and her self care products before she loaded it into her trunk along with all of her other belongings.

She had been smart about leaving, she took small amounts of clothing and other belongings and put them in her trunk so during the process he wouldn't notice.

In the next couple hours she had got a new phone, deactivated her old number, and moved into a small boxy apartment she had been scheduled to move into a few days prior. She had successfully escaped, that is for the time being.

"What's wrong?" Zion asked the small framed girl sitting criss cross beside his layed out body on his bed. Mykah had been staring into space for about ten minutes while holding onto his big hand. "Nothing, I'm okay." She replied simply, somewhat freaking him out.

"No something's wrong, what happened?" He asked her and the room fell silent once again. For a moment she contemplated and wondered if she should come clean to him about her problems or if it was too soon. It had only been a few hours.

"I moved out, we had a fight and he doesn't know where I am." She said telling the truth. "What? Where are you living and what was the fight about?" He inquired full concern setting in.

"I moved into an apartment somewhere he wouldn't find me. I can't face him because I know he's gonna make me come back, he has a way with words and I can't handle it right now." She said falsifying why she left, she knew he'd kill to have her with him or die trying. To him Mykah was his property and he wouldn't let her escape that easily.

Zion admired her as she spoke. To him she was beautiful and everyday he seen her the more and more he felt like how he did in high school. He knew it was stupid but he was smitten in her presence so hearing she left her boyfriend, although she seemed hurt, it made him a little happy.

He was sick of seeing her sad and depressed when she's alone, when a while ago she looked so much happier, especially when she thought no one was watching. He had caught her a few times trying to stop herself from having breakdowns but he didn't want to make matters worse. He wanted to kill Derek; so he did.

AALIYAH.

there's a part two to this chapter or maybe I might make this the first act idk. If I end up hating this decision tommorow ima end up finishing it all into one chapter.

This chapter was based off of this anecdote/poem type thing I wrote like a few months or so ago. So yeah grub the fuck up.

her eyes rolled back as flashes of his blood dripping from his nose spread through her mind like he spread her thighs ready to scrape her clean. she was object, but of value. he was owner, of no such significance.

his peachy pink tongue roamed the skin of her lower half as she felt the euphoric feeling of ecstasy overtake her; and she forgot.

she forgot the way his tongue spat out curses laced with remnants of her name.

Her back arched as his thumb rubbed at the soft bundle that laid atop of her fragile skin and she forgot the way the hand that the thumb belonged to and its counterpart ruined her with her allowance.

How his hands wrapped their way around the pale skin of her neck and all she could do was say yes. She was object, significant in every way.

Her toes curled as she released upon his command and a flood like an ocean landed on his tongue taking every piece of her down with what was already stolen. He reaped the milk of her human kindness and all she could do was breathe the rest of her death away.