TO THE DOME (Uncompleted)

Chapter 1

I used to wake up everyday hoping and dreaming for excitement to happen.

For 17 years I have been trapped. It was like I was a black rapunzel but instead I had two overprotective's instead of one.

My mother and father were very wealthy.

Dad was a lawyer until he was elected mayor of the city. Mom was a surgeon before she met dad so she already was taking care of herself. They met on an airplane as they both were on their way to Hawaii for a vacation. Mom didn't know that he was the mayor then because she lived in a diffrent city. They had to sit beside eachother on the plane. Mom said that dad was being nosy by looking at her phone so she made a conversation with him but they ended up talking the whole plane ride.

When they arrived to Hawaii they spent their vacation together.

They became official 5 months later. A year later mom gotten pregnant with me. They said that when i was born I wouldn't stop crying.

Ever since I could walk they have been forcing me to be better than everyone else. When i was 2 I was already learning math and could read 1st grade level.

On my 12th birthday. It was my first time standing up to my parents.

"Make a wish, honey" mom said bringing a 3 layer cake in.

I blew the candles out after making my wish.

"What did you wish for?" She said.

"I wished that you and dad could stay off my back."

Right then and there she yanked me out of the chair and into a room where nobody was.

"Look here, child. You are lucky to even be the person you are today. Stop being so damn stubborn! You wanna live out there with all those negro's on the street. You better be happy that you are rich and priveledged." She said.

After i didn't say anything she said, "Me and your father gonna handle you after this party. Take your ass downstairs!"

After the party was over i went in my room. As i was taking off my clothes to get in the shower. My father and mother bust in.

"You wanna live like those negro's on the street? Let me show you how the street is." My mom said.

She walked up to me and punched me. Shocked, i held my jaw. After a few seconds she did the same thing and did it repeatedly.

After that i was on the floor crying holding my jaw. But it wasn't over. No, it was nowhere near over.

My dad came close to me. Really close to the point we had no space between each other. I thought he was going to hut me as well but instead he picked me up and threw me on the bed.

"Wha-what are y-you doing?" I said backing away from him to be stopped by the headboard.

"You wanna be on the streets. Ima show you what they do to pretty girls like you on the streets" he said.

He grabbed my wrist very roughly to the point where I couldn't feel them. Since i only had a bra and panties on he just slipped them off.

As i kept struggling to get out his grasp he slapped me across my face. That slap made me stop resisting.

I watched. I watched as my father raped me. I cried. I cried as i felt a pain in my crotch.

After he climaxed, he left the room not saying anything to me.

I tried getting up from my bed but my legs felt weak. I felt like shit that day. My sheets were stained with red. Blood. My blood. That day I got my first period.

The next day they acted like nothing happened and i never looked at them as my parents ever since then.

After that day, my dad would rape me every once and a while and if i fought he would get my mother to beat me.

He finally stopped raping me when i turned 16. He said that in too "fertile" and "pregnancy possible".

On my 17th birthday I snuck out the house. They wouldn't notice anyway cause they were too busy with their lives.

I went to my friend Rhyan house party.

"Hey girl!" She said opening the door wider for me to come in.

"Hey!" I said. I looked around the room seeing a lot of people.

"Hey everyone! Yall wish my bitch, Azariah, a happy birthday!" Rhyan said.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Everybody said.

"Thanks. Thank you so much." I said.

Then, a fine boy--- wait he won't no boy. A fine man walked up to me and said, "happy birthday, shawty"

"Thanks"I said cheesing.

"How old you turned?"

"17" i said.

"You a youngin." He said. "But I'll still fuck with you."

"What's your name?" I said.

"My name gene but everybody call me  hook back in chicago"

"Your from chicago?" I asked.

"Yeah" he said.

"And why do they call you hook?" I asked.

He walked up to me and whispered, "because I have all the ladies hooked over me. But im tryna hook you"

That was the good days.

About 8 months later we were a long distance relationship. He would visit now and then but i wouldn't see him very much.

"Bae, i wanna see you"I said to him as we were on face time.

"I wanna see you too"he said. "You know what? You should come live here with me."

Then, i was a fool for love.

"Yeah! I can run away with you too chicago!"

Yep, i ran away from my parents to live with gene. Crazy right?

I was in love with that man. We were such a happy couple back then.

For the first year it was great. He told me that he was a drugdealer and that his life was dangerous. He said i was going to be his trapqueen. I was head over heels for this nigga.

What happened?
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