Celebrity Short Stories

The Story Of Sasha Abdul II

Houston, TX:

Xzandra opened the laptop and her mother appeared on the screen. She pressed play on the video wiping her tears. "Xzandra..." Sasha started a smile stretched across her face. "X Jr. , you know why I gave you that name? It wasn't because you picked up on shooting and fighting fast like your father. It wasn't because you were quiet and isolated everyone but family out. It wasn't because of your bluntness either. It was because you are always real about who you are and you protect your twin exactly the way I wish I would've protected mine. You are a brave and you are beautiful just the way you are. You have both Cato and Blaze, how you made that work is beyond me. But you live the way want and I respect that."

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"What happened to my sister!" Sasha shouted at Scar pushing him. In that moment 3 different guys had went toward Sasha.

"Nah she good yall." Scar said chuckling. "Damn shorty you just gone come pushin me like that?" Scar asked he couldn't wipe the smile off his face.

"Yeah bitch ass nigga my sister is dead!"

"Wait lil solo dead?" He asked his smile dropped. He was only upset because she brought him the most money at the end of the night. Solo had been prostituting for him for two years and he had never had this happen. "Look I swear imma find who did this and make'em pay. I didn't know, and I would never let nun happen to her on my watch."

"Fuck you, she was 16 you shouldn't have had her out there in the first place." Sasha hissed

"Lil bitch I-"

"I ain't scared of you so you better watch how you talkin to me and you better watch it now."

"My bad, look let me talk to you I'll give you a ride hom-"

"Why so I can end up like my sister prostitutin and snortin crack? No talk to me now." Sasha demanded

"Look I don't know what happened to yo sister but I can and will find some shit out for you. I ain't no lame ass nigga I wouldn't hurt yo sister Sasha I swear." Scar said and Sasha didn't know if she believed him. She was confused but she went with her instinct.

"Bitch I don't believe you." She said, he was the reason she was running the streets in the first place and even if it wasn't his fault it was his fault. Sasha was gone make him pay.

"Sasha!" Scar shouted after her. "Hold this nigga." He gave his phone and car keys to one of his homies before he jogged after her. He grabbed her arm and she yanked it out his grip.

"Don't put yo fuckin hands on me-"

"My bad shorty." He put his hands up in surrender. "Let me prove to you I'm not a bad guy. You way too pretty to just have out on the streets, I want you to myself. I would never hurt you Sasha." He said with a small smile, he couldn't shake how he felt about her. It was something about the way she always stood up to him. Unlike Solange, Solange did everything he asked and Sasha was always spazzing on him any time he got near her. The two of them were so different.

"I'm supposed to believe the nigga who was pimpin my fuckin sister out? Right. I'm 16 not stupid." Sasha waved him off pushing past him purposely bumping her shoulder into his.

"I'm here if you need me Sasha! Everybody needs somebody!" He shouted after her. She ignored him, she didn't need nobody but herself.

Once she'd got home her father was sitting on the couch watching TV with West. "Hey Sash, wanna watch T-"

"West what I tell you about that bitch?" His dad asked bitterly.

"She not my sister." West responded looking down.

"Don't acknowledge her, fuck out my face." He said waving Sasha off, Sasha rolled her eyes. She did just that getting out his face, once she got to her bedroom he was right behind her. "Did you roll yo eyes at me?!" He shouted at her and she didn't respond. She didn't care what he did at this point.

She was used to him beating her, she wasn't afraid of that anymore. Bruises went away, and so did pain and she learned that the hardway. So when she didn't even flinch when he raised his hand that angered him. "Bitch you think you tough?" He yanked her up by her neck immediately choking. Yet she started laughing.

"Kill me bitch." Was all she said and there was a new look in her eyes. The shy innocent girl he once knew wasn't there anymore. There was nothing in her eyes, she wasn't showing any emotion and that didn't sit well with him. He was going to break her, he slammed her down on the bed and as he climbed on top of her he wrapped his other hand around her throat squeezing as hard as he could.

"Say you fuckin sorry." He gritted in her face.

"K-Kill me bitch." Was all she choked out as his grip grew tighter and tighter. She wouldn't give in no matter how purple her face turned, she wasn't afraid to die anymore. She had nothing to live for, nobody cared about her so she was done caring about other people.

He let her neck go and she gasped, coughing for air. Punch after punch he let all his anger out on her. He didn't care where his hits landed as long as they landed on her. He didn't care about her broken nose or broken ribs, he didn't care about how badly she was bleeding. He got up off her yanking her off the bed by her hair slinging her across the room once she hit the wall she fell onto floor. She chuckled as she laid there in pain.

She spit the blood from her mouth, she struggled to get up off the ground but she did it. At this point she had nobody but herself so she couldn't be the soft person she was yesterday, there was nobody to be strong for her anymore. So she had to do it herself, when she stood up she was dizzy, but she didn't look away from him not once. She looked at him with just as much hate he looked at her with. West stood in the door way and his heart dropped when he seen how bloody Sasha was.

He looked at his dad and he wanted to do something, but he decided against it. Instead he closed the door locking it from the outside that was the only way the door would lock. He locked them in there when he didn't want to feed them and he didn't want them to leave the house.

West did that often, he would look the other way when his dad was beating his younger sisters. "Sasha stop testin me." He said the anger vivid in his tone.

"I ain't did nothin." Sasha spoke calmly she kept this Wicked smirk on her face.

"Just for that see how it feels to spend yo 17th birthday locked in this room." He said thinking that would hurt her. He knew beating her some more would kill her so he would leave her here to suffer. So when he used his key to unlock the door and leave out he locked it back behind him, leaving her there all alone.

She knew she wouldn't be able to get this blood off for days, she knew she wouldn't be able to tend to her wounds for days but she wouldn't let him continue to break her. She had to figure something out and fast.

TO BE CONTINUED..