𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟏, 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟗
This banging ass headache woke me up out my sleep. The music from last night still played making me groan.
"Damn Madison, youn hear this shit." I yelled walking down the stairs. As I entered the living room, I noticed that it looked the same from last night. Shit was everywhere.
I figured Madison would've cleaned it by now since she was such a neat person.
"Madison!" Not hearing nothing but my echo now that the radio was off, I grew curious. She ain't drink nothing last night, that I know of, so she shouldn't be still sleep and hungover. She was a morning person and it was going on 11, she would've been up by now.
Jogging up the stairs to her room, I seen blood all over her sheet. "The fuck?" I looked in her drawers, nothing to be found. She didn't have many clothes but she still had them in there.
By this point, I knew she had left. I didn't understand why though. I went back to my room and grabbed my phone.
"Aw shit mane." I realized she ain't even have a phone for me to call.
I quickly put some pants and a shirt on, sliding on some Gucci slides, I headed out to my car.
I felt responsible for her. She was only 17 and had been living with me. Wherever she went, I needed to know. I had to find her.
𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧
I sat at the bus station in deep thought. Is this really what I wanted to go back to? My abusive father? I've never felt more human than when i'm with Izzy. Although i've been through a lot while being down here, I knew Izzy looked out for me. And here I was, abandoning him. I couldn't believe myself.
My father abandoned me once, for a whole month leaving me to fend for myself. I was happy he wasn't around but I still wanted to know he was safe. He was my dad. I loved him still. And here I was, doing the same to Izzy, with no explanation.
I couldn't bring myself to do this. He probably would never trust another soul. I knew he would handle the guy who did this to me, so why run? Why not tell him Madison?
I didn't know. A large piece of me felt like I looked to Izzy to protect me all the time when I should learn to protect myself. He's got a life to live, while i'm sitting here, calling for him all the time. But I just knew, he wouldn't let anyone hurt me.
I don't know. My mind was everywhere.
I got up, heading over to the telephone booth. I took some change from my purse, and dialed the number that I learned by heart.
"Hello?" He instantly answered. "Madison?"
"Yea." I said shaking in my voice.
"Man where the fuck you at!? I been looking for you for two hours cuh!" He yelled. I could understand his frustration.
"Can you calm down?"
"Mane hell nah I ain't calming down! Fuck you at Madison?"
"I'm at the bus station a little closer to your house."
He didn't say anything in response to that, he just hung up dead in my face. I placed the phone back on the holder and walked into the building, sitting by the window.
The whole time I waited for him I thought of what I could possibly say to him to calm him down. He was so angry over the phone, I kind of didn't want him to get me. Seeing his matte black SRT pull up fast, I hurried out of the building.
As soon as I got in, he sped off. Faster than he's ever drove before.
"Slow down, its raining." I said, scared for my life.
"The fuck you leave for?"
I hesitated on telling him. There was a high chance of him losing his mind while driving 100 miles per hour on the express way, on wet roads.
"HUH?"
"I was r-raped last night Izzy!" I rushed out, scared he would hit me.
"Raped? Who the fuck raped you?"
"I don't know. He was dark skinned. Dreads." I mumbled. "All I can remember."
"Tokyo? Tok put his fucking hands- ight." He pulled into his house.
He parked the car and looked at me. "Go in the house. Imma handle it. Don't fucking leave again. I'm buying you a phone when I get done." He said looking me dead in the eye. I can't lie like I didn't admire how he cared for me. I absolutely loved it. I never had anyone ride that hard for me besides my mom.
"Okay." I nodded and did what he said. I knew he was going to handle Tokyo. I didn't doubt it.
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