The stranger I lie next to is sound asleep. He's toned like a bodybuilder, yet he's like a teddy bear with muscles on every inch of his body. His dark brown hair covers his eyes, as I watch his white chest move up and down like a horse on a carousel. He looks so peaceful sleeping like there's nothing wrong with his life, like he has it all. He does have it all. He has a fancy house with a million rooms 6 cars an inground pool , he's stupid rich and yet he has no one to share it with. I don't know whether to smile or cry because I have a handsomely strange man laying next to me , or because he's a stranger and nothing more. Instead I find myself drifting back to the past. October 23,2004. I lay in the small white bathtub of my mother's room and listen to them fight like they always do. While I listen to what they say I think of how the bathroom would be if it were pink. The small bathroom with white paint everywhere and a cabinet that momma kept her special medicine in, would be better if it had some color. I wait in the freezing cold water for someone to come. There's a loud bump on the door and in steps a drunk James mommas boyfriend. James comes from a small town in georgia he ended up here because he was in jail and then started running from the cops. He's big and lanky with red hair. He's the meanest out of all mommas boyfriends, he likes to hit momma and me to, shows us who's boss. Momma still loves him though and tells me I should too but I don't and he beats me for it. James sits down and starts talking about how momma dont listen to him. I just watch him as he talks he moves his hands a lot when he talks and he smells like beer.
James grabs the shampoo bottle and squirts it in his white dusty hands. He puts the shampoo in my hair and then the conditioner. He's still talking about momma while he washes my body. When he gets to my chest he touches me not in a good way. My heart beats faster as he starts to put his fingers inside me. I don't know what's happening, nana told me to never let anyone touch my no no square but I can't stop him he's too strong. I want to cry out to my mother but she won't hear me. I start to cry and he pulls my hair hard and tells me if I say anything he's gonna beat me to death. I scream anyways and he gives me a good beating. He drags me out the tub and slams my head on the floor, I am so dizzy I can't see. He takes me and puts me over his lap and hit me hard. His hand coming down on my skin is like thousands of bee stings at one time. I was sent to bed that night with the question of why, why me?
Thunder cracked and woke me up, I had forgotten I was in bed with a stranger. I wish I could stay, I can't I am good at running away and that's what I will keep doing even though I want to stay and pretend. The rain is pounding hitting the concrete like tiny metal balls. The yellow cab pulls up long and inviting. Inside the cab is warm and smells like smoke . It reminds me of when I would be sent to my grandmothers when my mom would go out at night doing GOD knows what. My grandmother was a short woman with white hair and a bad attitude. She would smoke all the time even though the doctor told her not too because she would get sick. The smoke flooded into my lungs, I coughed like I did when I was with my grandmother. I thought I heard her voice telling my it was time for dinner, but it was just the cab driver telling me it would be 23 dollars and to have a nice day. The red apartment building was quite as I walked up the stairs. The stairs were narrow and a dark gray. My apartment was the first one on the left on the second floor. I put in the key reminding me of his fingers sliding in and out again, and again. The apartment that was usually filled with laughter and tv sounds was empty. Lara must have spent the night with her boyfriend yet again. Lara nook was a spoiled rich girl with blue eyes. Her skin like olive oil, and her hair like golden rays of sunshine. That golden hair came into Mrs. Rubens class like she owned the place.
I found myself sitting, then realized I had to be to school. Biology 101 is a boring class, everything we learned in high school we learn in college. The only thing I like about Biology is my lab partner, he's tall dark and handsome. He is six feet 2 inches with dark brown hair. His eyes are a deep emerald and he's built. He's nice but after my last relationship, I am not the relationship type. When I pull up to the building Lara is standing outside waiting. She's got on nike shorts and a t-shirt.
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Strangers
General FictionCher lives in a world of depression and anguish. she sleeps with strangers and has a unruly past there's not much she wont do for the ones she loves.