It's 10pm and nobody is home still. I've called and called but got no answer.
I'm still on that dream I had about August. I mean, I like him, I do.. but he has a girlfriend and me and him were never together anyways. Plus Alexis is his sister, I'm pretty sure he's not fucking with me for that one. Iont even he think he likes me like that.. it's all cool though cause Tony likes me and I kinda like him back..
*1 HOUR LATER*
As I was coming out of the bathroom, I heard the front door unlock. I didn't hear heels clicking on the tile so I know it was Joe. I ran back into my room and fake slept. I heard heavy footsteps coming towards my bed, then my covers were snatched off. I opened my eyes and there stood a bloody, half-dressed, Joseph. He had blood all over his tattered clothes and his bruised hands. I was silent as he looked down on me.
"Hey babygirl" I smelled the liquor on his breath while he slurred his words. I remained silent. He grabbed my bun and pulled my head up so I could look at him.
"Bitch I said hey! You better say it back" "h-hey" " Hey what Aniyah?! Stop playing with me!" He raised his fist up. "Hey ...daddy" "That's what I thought. Look here. We won't be seeing yo mom around anymore. She found out about US and she left yo ass high and dry. But it's good cause we can finally be together."
"US?! There is no US you fucking psycho!! All you do is FORCE me to do things for you. You perverted fuck! And what did you do to my mom?!" His eyes got dark as night.
All I remember is him raising his hand to me and me reaching to the side of my bed...
"911?! HELP PLEASE!! I DIDN'T MEAN TO DO IT!! I JUST WANTED TO SCARE HIM ..IT ALL HAPPENED SO FAST... OH MY GOD PLEASE HELP !!!!" I looked down to see my hands full of blood, the gun was lying right next to his lifeless body and my head was bleeding. I was fading in and out of consciousness. I felt my body make contact with the floor and dark filled my eyes.
"CLEAR!" I felt warm fingers at the base of my neck. "Nothing... try again!" "CLEAR!" My body fell limp on to the gurney.
"She's gone. We can't revive her.." "I'm not letting her die! You're not letting her die! Do whatever it takes to keep this girl alive!" "Ok boss, I'm trying.. do you know this girl or something?" He said as he revved up the voltage on the defibrillator. "Yeah, that's my daughter, man." "CLEAR!!!"
I took a huge gasp of air and things faded back to black.
I woke up to the beeps of the heart monitor. I tried to move but I couldn't. I tried to speak but my lips wouldn't part open. I couldn't even open my eyes.
'What am I doing here?' Soon after that thought, I heard the room door creak open. I only wish I knew who it was.
"Who is dis dwaddy?" "This is my beautiful friend , Aniyah."
"Hi Niyah, I'm Azalwea an I'm fwour. You're pwetty Niyah. Papa? Why is her schleeping?"
"Because she's sick right now, muffin. Here play with these."
I felt a warm hand on mines and my heart began to race and flutter.
Things faded back out before I could understand what he was saying..
YOU ARE READING
The Thick Girl and the Thug Boy
Teen FictionAniyah is a 17-year-old girl in her last year of high school. This is her first year at Inglewood High and she's already getting bullied by her classmates because she's a "fat" girl.She's go through hell at school and when she gets home its even wor...