jackson imagines | book 1

Waiting to exhale~9

Imana pov

Daddy's going on a "trip"for a week. It's not even a trip it's something him and his nasty friends go to see strip clubs and they sleep with women. I don't care, it's a week for me to finally breathe and get rest from him and his beatings.

"IMANA"! he bangs on my door, "y-yes daddy i'm getting dressed"? He does this every morning. "open the door"! he lowers his voice. "ok , just a second" i rush to put my clothes , i don't want him to see me naked.

He bangs again causing me to jump, i rush to unlock the door, "what were you doing in here"? he grabs my face as soon as i open it. "getting dressed" i try to hold my tears back. He sniffs me making me feel uncomfortable. I try and pull away from him but his grip just gets tighter, then he just stared at me. "i'm leaving, don't do anything stupid or you know what you'll get when i come home" he pushes me to the floor laughing.

My mouth is sore from his hands. I gagged running to the bathroom. I threw up in the toilet, i hate throwing up it feels horrible. I hate him too, is it bad that i wish he died? Sometimes i do, i wish he just overdosed, drink himself to death, or whatever, that's when i know i'll be safe.

I hear a knock at the door, i rush to open it, "mike"! i squeal. I forgot i told him about my dad leaving for a bit. "are you ok? did he hit you today"? he hugs me. "no, he just grabbed me up a bit but i'm fine" i whisper. "is he gone"?

"yeah, he left like 10 minutes ago". "imana, let's leave today, let's pack your stuff up and go" he smiles. "mike....were an i gonna go? huh? he's gonna hunt me down" i cross my arms.

"don't worry-," i hear keys, at the front door, it's my father! What fuck does he want he just left! I try pulling him into my room to hide him but he doesn't move, "mike what are you doing?! come on! he'll fuck you up mike, let's go"! "no, i've been waiting to meet this piece of shit again anyway".

The door opens and as soon as he sees mike he slams the door, "imana? can you tell me why there is a boy in my living room"? his breathing gets heavier as he talks. "i'm in your living room because i am, as a matter of fact i should call the police and have your ass locked up for beating on her" he yells at him, "mike stop" i whisper.

"oh your gonna call the police huh"? "yep, and if that doesn't work i'll bring my brothers up here to beat your ass" he crossed his arms. I swear to god when he punched him i heard a crack. stop"! i scream as he punched him in his face.

"get off of him"! i try pulling my father off of him, but that doesn't work because he pushes me hard back on the floor. "YOU ARE SUCH A SLUT,YOU SNEAK BOYS IN MY HOUSE WHILE IM GONE"?! he shouts. I don't even care, im focused on mike in the corner curled up in pain and agony.

He grabs me by my hair dragging me into his room, that reeks of alcohol and feces, "i'm gonna show you what you deserve, what little girls like you get when y'all act like women" he gonna try and rape me. I have to act now and fast. He bends down to kiss me on my lips so i take that opportunity to scratch him. I give him one hard kick in the balls and in his face.

"MIKE"! i shout he's still on the floor, huddled up, "stay here" i run to my room packing clothes in my book bag putting my shoes on. "imana, get back here"! my father pulls on my leg as i run past his room. "get off of me, you piece of shit" i stomp on his hand and spit on him, "that's for all the years of abuse, i hope you rot in hell" i kick him again in his stomach.

"mike let's go" i help him up. I haven't been outside in awhile so my eyes hurted when i opened the door. I finally made it out, i'll never have to go through it again. I waited so long to finally exhale. I wrap his arm around me while we stumble down the street to his house. I couldn't careless about the looks and stares from other people. I don't care all i know is i'm finally free.

For so long i was Waiting to Exhale....

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