Caleigh (pronounced as Cali) Khamari Johnson
Flashback: 2 years ago in Baton Rouge, Louisiana...
"Where my money at?" Damien said as he kept punching me in my ribs . I could hardly see now. My ribs were pretty much broken and it was getting hard for me to breath.
"Answer me bitch!" He said throwing me to the ground. I coughed up blood and I knew for sure that my ribs were broken. I tried to stand up but my ribs were killing me.
"I d-don't have it y-yet." I said barely being able to breathe. He then picked me up by my hair. He wanted to hit me in my face but he doesn't do that in order to not leave any noticeable marks on his victims.
"You're lucky I still have a couple open cases pending or I would've killed you by now. You're gonna pay me back the money your dad took from me. You have 9 months to bring me 25,000 dollars. NOW LEAVE MY SIGHT!" And with that, he struck me one last time and I fell to my knees. I stood up as easily as I could but it hurt so very badly. Once I got on my feet, I walked as quickly as I could from out of the house. I walked to a nearby bus stop. I sat on the bunch and started crying.
Why would my dad do this to me? Why would he disappear and make me pay for the damages he caused? Why would he sell my soul to the devil? Why?
As the bus approached, I noticed that it was the same bus driver it always was. I was relieved because she understood my situation without even knowing any of it. She knew when I was coming from this side of town, it was for nothing good.
I got on the bus and she told me she would pay for my ticket. I thanked her and I put my hoodie on and limped to the back of the bus. People on the bus were looking at me in disgust but I didn't mind it. I sat at the very back and started to fall asleep.
Once my stop came, I felt someone shaking me and telling me to get up. The shaking was making my ribs hurt so I woke up kind of screaming.
What are you shaking me for?" I said in my deep Louisiana accent. I knew it had to be getting light outside because of the long drive back to my side of town. When I looked up, there was a dark skinned boy about my age looking down at me. He was very handsome I must say.
"Isn't this your stop? The lady told me to wake you up." He said also in a deep Louisiana voice. He must also be from here. He had a long cut like scar on the back of his neck that looked as if it continued all the way down his spine. I wanted to ask him about it but decided not to because I didn't want him asking about me.
I looked up front and seen the bus lady looking back through the rear view mirror smiling. I smiled back and apologized to the boy for yelling at him. He nodded and moved to the side so I could pass through.
As I was getting off the bus, I felt the need to look back and I seen the boy also getting off the bus in my neighborhood. He must live in one of the house complex near here.
We both walked in the same direction and until we came upon our house complexes. He didn't live in the same one as me, but instead, he walked to the one across the street. I looked back and seemed to continue looking back until he was no longer in my eye sight.
I limped to my house that was at the end of the street and tried to make myself look decent so my mom wouldn't suspect anything. After I fixed myself in the car side mirrors, I tried to walk a little normal in the house.
"Hey honey, how was the party?" She said asking me. She was in the kitchen putting up the leftover food. I looked at her and almost wanted to cry. I just wish I could tell her everything...
