"I am freaking the fuck out!" I yelled over the phone, my whole body was shaking.
"Calm down Kayla, please."
"No, Donte My life is done I can't take this shit anymore." I said. My voice shook
"Don't treat yourself like shit because you are better than how you are acting." Donte demmanded.
"Donte its worse now, you don't understand." I said barley getting the sentence out, shedding one tear.
The line was quiet, and Neither Donte Nor Kayla spoke.
"I'll tell you later, I just can't talk about it anymore." I said hanging up before Donte could sneak in a word.
I calmed down and got on my feet and put on my clothes. The cuts and bruises made it hard to put on my jeans. I went into the bathroom and cleaned myself up. I stayed in my room with the door locked for a couple hours, crying, and biting my long nails, thinking about how shitty my life was. Then I went down stairs, not saying a word, just acting as if everything was normal, I took it like a man.
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Action17 Year old Kayla Tipton, Lives a painful life of rape and abuse since she was 10 years old by her stepdad. Her dad died and her mom becomes a drug addict and remarried. Kayla's best friend, Donte Cali 18 years old is the only person Kayla has to he...
