On The Run

Chapter 14👑

October 5th ,2010
8:00am
Brooklyn, New York

This is the story of my life I'm thugin and it ain't right everybody told me to be ladylike but the shit I seen changed my life ~hennessy The story of my life

Duchess

"Key'oni la'shai Davis bring your ass here". My foster mom marget called.

I came from the kitchen to the living room to be hit in the face with smoke from her favorite cigarettes. The living room was a mess who would want to live here.

"That officer is outside he can't come in here so go out there and see him."

I hurried to the door to see my favorite person in the whole wide world officer mich. It's been a few weeks he said he would come on my birthday and her he is I thought he leave like everyone else in my life be didn't. I rushed and hugged him with all my might.

"Hi pumpkin there's something I need to talk to about come on let's sit." He pointed to the curbed.

"What is it". I say happy that he finally came back.

He sighs then he says the words that ruined my life for the second time.

"Ummm you know how people go up there like you mom and your grandparents"

"Yeah"

"Well I'm going up there with them soon and I got something saved for you when you leave here and you turn 21. Go to the bank by your school. And use your name and your birthday. I know time and after today you won't ever see me again but remember I'm going to always be right there" he says pointing to my heart.

I started to cry because I knew what he meant when he said he was going to heaven with my mom and grandparents.

He hugged me and waited till I stop crying and then  he left me sitting on the curb watching his squad car drive away. I sat there untill Greg dragged me into the house by my hair because I refused to move.

"Get your ass up girl and come in this house". Greg yells form the door but I pretend he isn't the there.

He hated being ignored so he got angry and grabbed me by my hair and started to drag me inside the house with me kicking and screaming.

I held on to the pole on the porch and he just pulled harder making me release the pole. I then grabbed the door causing him to drop me and hit my hands with his fist I screamed and then let go of the door. He then picked me up and carried me up stairs kicking and screaming by an high marget.

"Ohhh I was waiting on the officer to finally stop showing so I could get what I want". He says busting into my room throwing me on the bed making me curl into ball on the bed.

I started to hear his belt buckle jingle as he undid it causing me to cry harder. With me growing up fast I knew exactly what was about to happen I seen it done to my mom plenty of times.

He turned me over and pulled at my legs causing me to start to kick at him and fight him off. I started to scream again. He grabbed my wrist in one had and punched me over and over again with the other. My vision started to focus in and out me on the verge of losing conscience.

He let go of my wrist knowing I couldn't fight back because of the state I was in. He pulled my pants and panties down and then he pulled my shirt off making head come off of the bed with force. He then kissed my neck making me feel gross and worthless. My vision was not only blurred from the punches but from the tears leaking and burning my eyes as they fell.

He climbed off of me knowing I was to weak to try and run. I heard a rip and then a sound of a package rattling and then a few seconds later the bed dipped . He climbed back on top with the lil bit of strength I had left I tried to force my legs close but he was stronger and he forced them back open.

I felt him aline with the that place shouldn't be touched by a grown up. I tried fighting again but he punched again and again till my vision was worse then before. I could only make out an blurred version of him.

He pushed into me roughly over and over again causing me to scream out all over again. I felt the blood trail down my leg as he start to abuse my ten year old body. If he wasn't satisfied enough he started to beat me as he raped me. My eyes closed and I thought for sure that I was going to die . I felt my self slip and then I was gone.

I woke up the next day with pain in my lower region and my face and body hurting I couldn't move but I pushed my self to get up. When I stood I felt to the floor and started to cry I cried and crawled at the same time. I made it the bathroom connected to my room. I used the counter to stand I seen my self and the mirror and started to cry from what I saw.

One of my eyes where were swollen shut while the other was barely open. That explains the blind in one eye and barely seeing out the other. My face was discolored a side purple and a side gray my jaw was the size of a golf ball. My side was purple on both sides and my fore head was bleeding from being drugged like a rag doll. I had dried blood bettween my legs and bruises all over my legs. Hand prints from where he held me to tight.

What would jay think? What would they all think? Who would miss me if I died? No one would everyone is gone.

I used the sink and limped to the toilet and sat down. I stopped the tub up and turned on the water I let fill up and then I shut the water off.

I climbed in the tub and bring my knees to my chest. I thought stuff and my demons kept telling me to end all and that's what I tried to do. I uncurled and laid back in the tub my small body being able to fit all the way in the tub. I started to put my head under the water sinking deeper and deeper down.

I saw my mom before the drugs and then I saw her with her head split open . I then saw officer mich hugging me then I seen him driving away breaking my heart all over again. I then saw my grandparents alive then I saw them in their caskets on the same day.  I then saw Greg welcoming me then I saw him on top of me.

My lungs started to burn begging me to take a breath but I refuse to even think about breathing I had to go with Mom, grandma ,papa, and mich.

I started to feel dizzy and numb my lungs burning and me slowly dying with out really living all felt at young age was hardshi. I felt hands grab me before I passed out.

I woke up with sweat coving me dreaming of my past is always the hard part of healing.

Here we go you got this