Armari
Stripping for only four men is harder than i thought it would be. Well 3 to be exact since Jacob is something i like to call a 'Real Man' in him and didn't watch as often as the rest of his friends did. Honestly i didn't know why they were all living together.I was going to ask them why but...i decided to let it be.
I pulled into my drive way and to my surprise i saw a white van in my driveway labeled Sweet Waters Mental Institution. That only meant...
I pulled out my keys and practically ripped the door opened and to my surprise there she was. My neice. My everything. Kye.
She was a bit skinnier than i remember and two large men wearing white were with her keeping her complany. Or keeping her from going insane once again. Her hair was kinky and very big and went a bit past her collarbone and was wearing loose jeans and loose fitted pink t-shirt. I swear she looked like a regular 13 year old girl like she belongs to the world of texting, staying up late and enjoying her life but she can't do that in a mental hospital. I think she's just misunderstood. She's not crazy and the last thing i'll let happen is let the outside world concider her as a freak of nature. As soon as i laid eyes on her we both ran up to each other and hugged the living crap out of each other. We wern't letting each other go.
"Alright alright that's enough." one of the large men said. " we aren't even allowed to let her touch you yet."
We ignored what he said until we were literally pulled away from each other. I stepped back giving them a glare but softened up when my eyes met Kye's.
"Auntie i want to come home" Kye said firmly.
"I know but i cam't process all of this right now. I have so many questions i just.." before i could finish my sentence one man held up his hand.
"Ma'am we know you must be very curious so lets sit down and talk all this through." he said. I was starting not to like him at all but i obeyed and we all took a seat. Kye took my hand and looked up at me with hope. I never felt so much love for her she was an Angel in disguise and something...something took her away from me. They took her away from me. I was ready to fight for her again.
"Now as you might already know, Kye has a bi-polor mutiple personality disorder.." he said carefully.
"Yes i know but what i want to know is why she has it," i said firmly. This question was mostly directed to Kye as a looked at her she looked down away from me mumbling something. There was a twitch in her and before i knew what was happening one of the large men seperated us.
"Ok, Kye move away from her," he ordered pulling her away. I protested by pushing the man away and trying to grab Kye again. They both got in the middle of us as Kye pushing kicking and screaming that was the moment i couldn't recognize her anymore. I was confused as i took a step back and watch this girl push and shove and screamed curses back and fourth. So much hollering and noise. Sit down. SIT DOWN.
"What's happened to you, Kye??" I screamed at her. She was on the floor as she rolled around fighting, kicking, bellowing...but the men wern't touching her anymore. She was fighting herself.
"NYAAAAAA HELP ME HELP ME!" She yelled. She was at war with herself and i was getting scared.
"HELP HER DO SOMETHING GIVE HER MEDS OR SOMETHING!" I screamed at them. One man picked up Kye by her arms while the other one shot a tranqulizer at her.
Shit got real. Way to quick
Kye soon calmed down then later feel asleep. I was shocked at first but when i saw her at peace i was glad they calmed her down. I looked at then with panic and stress.
"Whats is going on with her? Please tell me." I was pratically begging now. I needed to know.
*Sorry this was a short chapter but i had to get this one out of the way to make more time for the other one i have written out. For all my High Schoolers you know how it is :/.
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