Nicki
Mrs. Anthony quietly read over my essay while I studied her face trying to figure out what she was thinking. I was so nervous for some reason, I've never opened up about my personal life experiences like that.
In my essay I wrote in third person point of view and described my life, or me as a whole in a very descriptive way. I'm not as perfect as people may think I am, I'm actually a very damaged person.
Not too many people know what I've gone through as a kid and I would like to keep it that way. If push comes to shove and Bey wants to know what happened I might tell her, no promises though.
"So it seems to me that you are a very hurt girl on the inside. You have this bold and confident thing about you but as I'm reading this, you're also sensitive in a sense. It just takes the right person to knock down this wall you have up. Holding in these feelings or emotions is slowly weighing down on your heart and in the mean time it will mess with your physical and mental health as we can tell it has already done."
I nodded my head trying to process everything that she was saying.
"So as a child you got abused along with your mother?" She asked making me tense up.
I cleared my throat as I nodded my head yes. "M-My my father was the one who hurt us."
"And your tattoo is to cover up a scar?"
I nodded again.
"I want you to go into detail." She said.
"Ok, one night my dad found out that my mom had sold our living room TV so that we could afford food for the week. He was livid with her and I guess me too. When he jumped on my mom I w-went to get him off her but of course I was little, my hits did nothing. He got off of my mom and threw me into the glass table that my grandma had gifted us. My arm was basically split open and I had to find a way to the hospital myself." I shrugged it off trying my best to not let any emotions come out.
"Do you have anymore scars?" She asked.
I sighed as I swiftly lifted my shirt up, old cuts and welts appeared on my skin. She sighed as she put her notebook down.
"Why isn't this man in jail?" She asked.
"As much as I'd like for him to be in jail my little brother needs him, I wouldn't take him away from Ciaiah like that. It would break his heart."
"How is your relationship with your mom?"
"We get along every now and again, some times I just get really upset with her because she does things that I don't completely agree with."
"You know what, our next meeting I want you to bring her along only if she agrees— no pressure."
I nodded before telling her I'll work on it.
"Now you are free to go." She closed her notebook before looking up at me.
I grabbed my things and made my way to my car getting inside I called Bey to see what she was up to.
"Yeah baby." She answered with the phone propped up on her computer in her home office.
"Where's my princess?" I asked her pulling out of the parking lot.
"Right here beside me, I just got finished feeding her so she'll be out in a little bit." She put the camera on Blue before sitting back down.
"I got those files that you went crazy on me about." I chuckled thinking about how she was acting yesterday.
