Thug Luv Pt. 1: Beginnings

Intro

Feel free to vote and comment, let's me know whether people actually enjoy my work or not💕

Man, Kyra...You gotta get out of this shit...

If you saw me you probably wouldn't think I was as beat up as I was, that's because the marks and bruises are places you wouldn't be able to see. Whenever my boyfriend beat me he made sure only to hit places that could be covered by clothes.

I'd come to this hole in the wall restaurant on the other side of town to hide from him. I never dreamed I'd be in an abusive relationship. You're not supposed to be afraid of who you love, and if you're afraid of them then it isn't love.

My name is Kyra Denise Bryant but I prefer to be called KD. You probably know my little brother, Kobe but nothing about me. See, I've become sort of a family secret leading up to my brother's success because I never was as good of a kid as him. Kobe never got in trouble, I stayed in trouble. I never did anything too extreme though, my only problems were I liked to drink liquor and fight. His grades were superb but mine were average. He hated the streets and I was always in em, not getting in trouble or anything just playing some tunes on my Epi and belting out notes for pocket change since I hated the idea of working for people. Everything with he and I seemed to be switched ya know because the younger sibling is usually the one who's always into some type of trouble but in this case it was me who was the hell raiser.

Scott is my boyfriend's name and he wrestles under the name "Raven" in ECW. I met him one night when Kobe and I got backstage passes. He signed a picture of him and jotted down his number on the back as well and we started talking, then dating, and buying a place out here in Los Angeles not long after. Paul Heyman, the boss of ECW, doesn't run drug screens on his guys. Scott takes full advantage of it. The man snorts so much coke I'm surprised he can still smell and he drinks whiskey like it's water. If you were ever unfortunate enough to be around him when he had both those in his system you'd think he was Satan incarnate.

I lifted my black pencil skirt above my right thigh and studied it. It was bruised all over, blue and black where I'd curled up in a ball to protect myself from his hits. It hurt like hell when I touched it and my bone was probably bruised too. I knew my ribs were cracked but I didn't want to go to the hospital.

What was I gonna tell them?

I couldn't think of any more excuses to cover for him. Falling down the stairs was getting old and so were the "biking accidents." I don't even know how to ride a bike.

Still in my own little world I didn't notice someone had came over to my table and was standing there.

"Wassup?" A voice greeted me.

I glanced up to a tall slender brown-skinned man as he leaned on the glass surface.

He had on black jeans and an unbuttoned flannel over a white tank. The hat he wore was turned to the side. He smelled good. I couldn't help but notice his hazel eyes and how perfect they went with his skin.