— author's note —
Okay so to all my prison break readers, an LJ burrows book will be dropping soon for sure. Also, someone asked if i updated more than once a day and if that will please you guys then ill make some arrangements. Everyday except Saturdays i will drop a filler chapter and a whole chapter. This begins tomorrow, But this chapter is me practicing a filler. Filler chapters will be shorter, only containing 1200–1700 words while an whole chapter will contain much more. I appreciate all the positive feedback that ive recieved and want to say I love you all super duper much <3.
"YOU ARE LIKE THE guy that all freshmans are warned about before they enter highschool" I say to george as we sat behind the school, smoking weed that i purchased from my neighbor.
It was lunch break and i wanted to know about everything that happened with the plan but George was the only person available to tell me anything since everyone else was busy.
"Youre acting like i hit on every freshman girl that walks pas—nevermind" He says while staring at Leila who popped up while he was scrolling through instagram. I lean over and look at the video before rolling my eyes.
"Her personality needs to match her fashion" I say before leaning back. She was such a pretty girl and her fashion sense was cute her personality was just... not my cup of tea.
"Yea..well im not gonna stick along for long so i dont care".
"Do not use that girl," I said seriously while side eyeing him. "She act mentally fucked up enough, leave her alonee".
"She doesnt act mentally fucked up, your over exaggera—"
I cut him off, "TUH, i beg to differ".
"Anyways i just wanna fuck her" He said shrugging.
"A fourteen year old?" I say, Its not about age but more so that in your freshman year your more gullible and weak to guys. You think that a little attention from upperclassman will go a long way.
He shrugged, "Its not like she's denyi—"
"She doesnt know any better" I said rolling my eyes.
"Who fault is th—"
"Bye, you gone make them send me back to rehab" I said before getting up just in time for the group to head towards us.
I bid them bye, as they stared with confused faces.
"I don't understand why you're so mad, Its not any of your business!" He yelled behind me making me stop in my tracks.
"yo why'd you have to do that man" Luke said tiredly.
"What's happening?" Joey said confused.
I turned around and walked back towards him, Joey thankfully moving out my way and pulling Anna with her. Luke stuck his crutch out as if he wanted to stop me, I looked at him in annoyance.
"If i kick your leg, then imma be wrong right?" I asked with attitude. "okay so move that out of my way". He hesitated but he moved.
"It may not be my business, but ive been in her shoes. Your taking advantage of her innocence and desperate need to fit in. I know that because i was her, but the only difference was that the guy didnt give me options. I want the best for you, but you remind me of him and that scares me. Because that little ounce of similarity may be a reason to end this friendship right now. Keep me out of your sex lives— all of you, if you dont want me telling you your wrongs in a situation" I walk up to him and snatch the blunt out of his hand, "Give me my weed bitch" I finished before walking back towards the streets. I was just going to walk around until school ended, because i felt that i needed to cool off.
This walk became a bad idea soon, because all the memories flashed in my mind.
I remembered the rough grabbing and yanking, making me hold my wrist and wince at the thought.
It was like i could feel the way he held my arms down as he disgustingly groped me, non consenting.
The way that he won his way into my family's hearts by day and forced himself into my pants by night.
I was a 14 year old, and to be 100% honest i can't remember a time where i actually invited him over. Every time, he just came knocking on my door and ended up having dinner with my family.
One particular memory that stood out and ended all of this stuck to my brain like eggs in a raggedy pan.
I SCREAMED FOR HELP, as he held my wrists as if they were his self made restraints. I felt like a hostage, as he touched me in places i wanted to save for the right person.
He seemed to know how to quiet me down, seeing as he somehow slipped numbing medicine in my food, causing my mouth to go numb. I couldnt make a sound as tears fell down my face.
He called me his, "African Princess". I dont even know my African roots.
I move my tongue around in my mouth, trying to liven it up a little. Before clenching my legs shut.
That seemed to anger him which was the plan, because my father was definitely woke and hand washing Gabi's hijabs. The pillows that were places in the bottom on the door shut out noises, so when he heard footsteps he shushed me.
He let go of my arm and placed it over my mouth. My breathing became heavy as weights as i grabbed my pencil case, that i usually keep by the bed and throw it towards the door.
"You stupid bitch" He said making me me laugh internally.
I used every damn mouth muscle i could and screamed to the top of my lungs. It came out dysfunctional as fuck.
I heard footsteps walk away and i knew it was a mission accomplished.
Later that night, I sat in the corner of my room laughing to myself. I felt crazy. I felt embarrassed. I felt humiliated. But i knew it was my fault.
I went after a guy who attends college next year. A guy who i was so blinded by that i didnt see i was being used right infront of my eyes.
I thought if, just maybe if i paid attention to everything around me and not so obsessed with the amount of attention he set on me, then this wouldnt have happened.
And maybe my father wouldnt have had to bury him 3 alleys down with 4 bullets to his head.
