Colour of Love (HEAVILY EDITING)

chapter 8

-the song above by Michael Kiwanuka named love and hate[ play NOW]-

-beep-

-beep-

-beep-

-beep-

Women. We're taught to not walk alone in the dark instead of men being taught to not prey on a lone woman. We're taught to never leave our drink alone instead of
men being taught to not drug a human. We are taught to pull our skirts down as the skin of our legs simply makes a man too ravenous, he won't be able to resist us. Everything is put on the woman - It's our fault if we get raped. Maybe we simply drank too much or didn't wear enough or simply because we are too beautiful. Rape is a type of sexual assault usually involving sexual intercourse or other forms of sexual penetration carried out against a person without that person's consent.

waking up from a month-long coma is something I never saw myself doing as a child. getting sexually assaulted is something I never saw myself go through as a child. I can't even be alone with a man for just a second without me thinking that he's gonna do something to me. I woke up yesterday realizing that I don't remember anything except for the piercing grey eyes of my savior named Lucius. The memories of that day crashing down on me in my dreams forcing me to wake up and remember. Here I am fuming with the anger of how I seemed so weak during the assault. I lay there on the hospital bed thinking in this empty room, listening to the sound of my beating heart. Not being able to find sleep again, I walk out of the hospital room and walk around the hospital. I found my way to the rooftop and sat there enjoying the peace and quiet. Then I broke down in tears and found my way to a dreamless sleep.

The sun on my skin woke me up. I groaned as my headache started to come back. I started to walk back to my hospital room when I saw a lot of people surrounding it.

"Excuse me, ma'am, what's going on?" I asked

"the girl in that room disappeared last night," she replied whiles scratching the back of her head

I rushed to my hospital room and stood at my doorway looking at the people whom i call my family and friends crying.

"Mama, Daddy" I whispered

my parents immediately turned around. In a minute they were hugging me whiles crying. I cried along with them because I could feel their agony and pain of me suffering all the torment i went through.

"Never ever do that again," Mama whispered into my ears.

"I won't, I promise," I replied as I cried harder on my mama's shoulder.

After they released me, I was brought into another hug by Yara, Alana, Jarelle, Arlissa, Michael, and Nissey.

"You scared us when you fainted girl," Yara said with tears streaming down her face

"I honestly thought we were gonna lose you but thank the Lord your fine ass didn't go anywhere," Alana said with a small smile on her face

" Girl you proved miracles when you were knocked out" Nissey stated

" How so?" I asked confused as hell

" Okay, so while you were in a coma, Jarelle went to church to pray for your recovery," Arlissa explained.

I looked at Jarelle shocked because this nigga looks like he don't pray or go to church at all.

"Don't look at me like that, I may be a thug but I ain't no atheist."

" I guess theres more to you that meets the eye," I said with a smirk on my face.

MAKE SURE YOU READ THE A/N

VERY IMPORTANT

I'M LIKE REALLY SERIOUS

🙃🙃😊😊

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

AUTHOR'S A/N BELOW

- Hello my lovelies, I have some exciting news to share with you readers-

I've decided to enter the Watty's 2019 for the young adult and romance genre. I know what you're thinking, what fueled me to do this? Well, I decided that I would finish all 30 chapters of this book and submit it to the Watty's and I need your support and love because this is going to be one heck of a ride.