𝙲 𝚑 𝚒 - 𝚃 𝚘 𝚠 𝚗

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𝗘𝗴𝘆𝗽𝘁 𝗔𝗻𝗮𝗶𝘀 𝗕𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻 || 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗴𝗼, 𝗜𝗟
𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆...

Dior's thankfully didn't die, his recovery was fast but he had to go to rehab for drug abuse and attempted suicide, even though he tells me it wasn't. "I ain know them was Boozie percs.." He lied. I remember talking to Boozie and trying to tell him to stay off the percs too but he wouldn't listen to me and said he was "used to it." and how he's "not stupid."

I was honestly done wit they shit and just went to work. I put on my apron and playfully rolled my eyes as I watched my coworker walk up to me, "Bitch you know u dont needa wear that ugly ass apron all the time right?" Damarion asked me and I laughed, "Girl shut up, its part of dress code you know that. You gotta be sanitary."

He waved me off, "You a waitress, ain nobody needa wear that. And fuck being sanitary, as long as my check sanitary...ain no complaints." I laughed, "Whatever, but look at all them hungry ass people. They already got me mad and I ain take they orders yet."
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I came back from work exhausted but slightly happy because I got payed alot today. Before I could open the door Michelle came out with a worried look and startled to see me. "Im so sorry Egypt..excuse me." She rushed towards her car and I followed, "Michelle whats wrong?" I asked. "My father..." Her hands shook as she fumbled with her keys, "Somethings wrong with him..I have to go, im gonna be back as soon as I can." "No take your time Michelle.."  She nodded her head vigorously before taking off.

I entered the house and it smelled like cigarettes I eyed Duval and his bottle of beer and cigarette, "You not supose to be smoking that shit in the house." I mumbled before storming off. His old ass always in the damn living room or kitchen, ain got nun betta to do. I heard the chair violently come out of place and I rushed into the bathroom locking it.

I breathed in and out looking into the mirror. Normally I would enjoy this time because I could be alone and decompress but Michelle had to bring in this asshole. He smiles in her face but as soon as she leaves he's different. I took a shower to clear my mind and felt better. "Im gonna go to my room. Lock the door, go to sleep. Go in my room. Lock the door, go to-"

I opened the door and Duval stood over me in the doorway, "Stop doing that!" I pushed him out the way and he followed me into my room. "Get out-" I didn't have time to shut the door before he grabbed my hair forcing us into the room and locked the door. "Take that shit off." He mumbled. "No, no, no, no.." I started backing up but I made a sound as he yanked me by my hair again forcing me on the bed and took of my towel.

He knew what he was doing, he chose this time to harass me because he knows im the most weakest around this time,"Stop fucking moving!" It felt like hours of struggling with him until he managed to have my hands and legs in place and his grip hurt so bad. My heart dropped when he started to take off his pants, "You cant do this! Stop pleas-" "Stop crying..." He mumbled and started to push himself in, "I promise you gone like it-" "No help! Please he-" He grabbed my neck choking me, "Say anotha thing and imma kill yo ass.." He said squeezing my neck hard and finally got inside me.
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A couple hours went by until he finally decided to stop and aggressively got off. He stood over me while fixing his pants, "You know you liked that beautiful, next time ion want all that crying." I didn't answer or face him and just laid there on my side, he suddenly gripped my hair, "You hear me?" I nodded my head and he pushed me back onto the bed.