🚨Trigger Warning🚨
Flashback to Two Years Ago...
Amina and Aiden were sitting in his room watching Netflix. She snuggled up to him, his arms secured around her. His cheek rested up against her head as her's laid on his chest.
She felt loved. She felt safe.
She groaned in pain as her stomach received very painful cramps. "I know baby." Aiden rubbed her back trying to smooth out her cramps. He kissed her forehead pushing her hair out her face. "You positive you don't have no Ibuprofen, or Tylenol?" She looked up at him pain and discomfort written all over her face.
"I told yo dumbass not to eat that damn hotdog. Now yo ass got indigestion." She hit Aiden in his thigh making him laugh. "I do not! I think my period coming dumbass just go to the damn store and get me some pills."
"Alright alright." He got ready to go when he turned back towards her. "Don't open the door for nobody. Don't make too much noise either you hear me? Make sure this door locked too." Aiden didn't live in a very good neighborhood. He knew all about the crackheads they allow to live in the neighborhood and the gangbangers. Amina rolled her eyes and stood up walking towards him.
"Yes mother." She wrapped her arms around his neck and he pulled her closer and whispered in her ear. "It's daddy, baby and you know this." Amina shoved him away making him laugh. He placed a small kiss on her lips before walking down the stairs out the house.
Amina sighed and flopped down on the bed and went searching for a new movie to play. When she found a movie she thought was interesting she pressed play. She reached out into the popcorn bowl only to end up with seeds. She groaned before making her way downstairs to cook some fresh popcorn.
As she started the microwave she didn't notice nor hear the door open. Frank looked around his house remembering everything that happened the day he got locked up. His babymomma screaming as the police came and handcuffed him in front of their child. The little boy staring down at his food afraid to look his father in the eyes and end up getting beat again. That's all Frank did was beat people who didn't learn to respect him. His eyes flicked towards the kitchen as he heard the microwave go off. Amina grabbed the bag out the microwave before dropping it to the ground as it burnt her finger.
"Shit!" The popcorn spilled out the bag onto the floor. She groaned before bending over to pick up the popcorn. She felt the presence of someone as they came behind her. She smirked thinking Aiden ran back home.
"You back from the store already? Let me guess you got scared and want me to come with you?" She turned around and the bag fell from her hands again just as fast as the smirk fell from her lips. Fear attacked her body within seconds. "So fucking beautiful." Frank licked his lips and stalked towards the girl. With every step that he took, she took one back.
"W-Who are you?" She stuttered as she backed up on the counter trapped between him and the kitchen sink. He didn't say anything just stared at her before gripping her neck pulling her towards him. "The question is who are you and why are you in my house?" He gritted. Amina wrapped her hand around his trying to yank his hand away.
"Speak when I'm talking to you!" He slammed her against the counter making tears pool from her eyes. "Amina! Mina." She yelled out in fear. She reached her hand down into the sink trying to find something she could stab him with. "You wanna help me Amina?" He whispered rubbing his lips down the side of her face making her cringe and cry harder. His grip tightened making her airway constricted. She started to feel her lips become bigger and feeling like it's about to explode her eyes burn and throat struggle to make words.
