"So what happened yesterday. Please tell me already,". This was the thousand time Jennie had asked me that question and each time I replied her back the same way. Nevertheless she still probed me for an answer.
"Nothing happened, now knock it off!,". That was honestly the truth, nothing happened. Xavier made me feel special, but not in a nasty way. He whispered sweet words in my ear until I fell asleep and I was truly grateful. Never had a boy done that for me before.
"Just tell me the truth Chyna. Were like sisters,". Jennie had truly been coming out of her shell as soon as her parents left. She was like a firework, she was full of energy, sometimes a bit too much.
She was like my sister, meaning Xavier was like my brother. Incest. But as soon as that thought came it went, as we were no way blood related. But this wasn't some wattpad book where the girl dates her step-brother and they live happily ever after.
This was my life. My future and I felt like a changed person. But there was one thing I realised you only live once, so why not live it to the full. I really wanted to do some things before I die because life was surprising and at any moment you could be amongst the dead.
I was so deep into my thoughts that I didn't realise Xavier was behind me and his masculine scent engulfed me immediatly. His head in the crook of my neck and his hand around my waist "What would like for breakfast?,".
"Nothing from you,". I replied abruptly remembering when he almost killed me with his appauling excuse of a dish. He looked hurt as I turned down his kind of making me food. Then a smile lit up on his face and he started tickling me, knowing I have a weakness. I would lash out in hysterics as soon as someones hand touched my sides.
I dropped and rolled down on the floor as he trapped me in between his legs and continued his deadly attack. "Xa-vier, stoo-oop!,". I sounded like a child but knew that deep down I was happy. And this emotion had been foreign to me for a while. But I could truly say I was happy with life.
After he had stopped tickling me and we had decided on the fact that I would make breakfast seeing as he had no culinary skills what so ever, other than microwavable food, we ate in a silence, a silence however that was comfortable. Except for when he kept on staring at me like a hungry animal on a piece of meat.
"Stop staring at me". I rolled my eyes, a habit which I had yet to stop. He looked down at his phone and back up at me and he wasn't smiling anymore. I didn't know I had that much of an effect on him. "I didn't mean to...". He shook his head and spoke calmly, "It is not that, I just got a text from an unknown number and I think it may be your dad, he wants to meet you urgently".
What could he want? I didn't really want to see him after I found out that he had moved on from mom, that hurt. He replaced her. I know he couldn't wait forever, but the wound was still fresh.
Xavier slide his phone over to me and it was true, he really did want to see me:
Unknown- Hello this is Chynas dad, you may not know me but I know you. I would like to speak to my daughter. From our last encounter she didnt seem happy with me. Please help me to get her to see me, its urgent.
"I am coming with you to meet him, I don't trust a man that would sell his own daughter". I shook my head no, this was my journey, my battle and I wanted to face it alone. "Its fine! But if he could meet at this house just so that you know am fine and I am feeling a bit under the weather now,". He nodded.
3 hours later
I had sat staring at the clock for an hour and a few minutes. He was supposed to meet me at 2pm but its 2:37pm and I doubt he's going to come. I even dressed up a bit, so he knew I was living well. I felt a bit homesick before, but now I feel like I belong and want to stay here, so I don't want there to be a doubt in his mind that am not living well.
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Beyond The Barriers
Teen FictionI bet many of you are unaware to the fact that in the 21st century slaves still exist. It isn't as common as it was back in the days but as you can see I am living proof of the oppression faced by my fellow black brothers and sisters. Just kidding...