When the school day ended, Donte tracked me down and insisted I talked to him and did not let me leave intill he knew everything.
"What the fuck happend last night?" Donte was concerned, staring in my eyes.
"Donte, you know, the same thing that happens everyday..." I said trailing off my sentence, countinusly pausing between my words.
"No, Kayla it's something different, you told me its worse."
I tried to walk off, knowing Donte would be mad, he is like my brother and I am really close to him, but its hard for me to talk to him when he forces me to talk to him.
"He..." I could not finish my sentence, I was inturuppted by crying and flashbacks.
Donte just stared at me, knowing what I was talking about. Donte and I sat down so I could finish my sentence.
He raped me..." I blurted out, crying.
"Kayla," Donte said while letting me cry on his shoulder, holding me.
Donte is not a boyfriend, and never will be. Donte is like my brother and I love him like one. He is the closest person I know and i'm only comfortable with talking to him about it.
After a few minutes, Donte got up and walked home with me, but he did not go to my house.
"Donte, where the fuck are you bringing me? I said while walking the opposite way from my house.
"Kayla, If I bring to your house, I'm gonna end up killing the nigga."
"Donte, its nothing fucking new!" I said breaking loose from his grip on my wrist. I ran off. I don't knows what's wrong with me.
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Flight 1
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...
