Biracial

Chapter 15:

Asia.

I swear once this nigga let's me go, I'm beating his ass and I'm burning this bitch down.

I've been stuck with him for almost three weeks and I'm irritated. It's not like he's being cruel, he's just annoying as hell.

He's been crying and shit, begging me to take him back, and swearing he'll change. Blah blah blah, I'm really not tryna hear it. If you wanted me back so damn bad, this was definitely the wrong way to go.

Carson fucked up one time and left his phone in arms reach, and his password was still my birthday so I called my mom and as soon as she answered, he brought his ass back in the room. He slapped me and I kicked him as hard as I could in his most prized possessions.

I'm pretty sure everybody's going crazy looking for me. And I'm for damn sure Rashad feels like it's his fault, and it's not. He just wanted to talk and Carson wanted to be the bitch nigga he really is. I could never blame him for this. And if we were ever arguing and I brought this up, that would be low as hell. I'm good for low blows, but that's just plain ass disrespectful.

One thing that my grandmother instilled in me, was to have faith and trust God. That's exactly what I've been doing since I've been here. I trust that God will help me out and that I'll make it home safe. And I've prayed nonstop. I pray that my family stays sane, and never gives up on me. I pray that my friends don't go completely nuts looking for me, and that they'll be there when I get home. I pray that Carson's ass ends up in somebody's penitentiary, and somebody makes him their bitch. If they don't, I will.

Speaking of the devil himself.

"Asia?" My head snapped in Carson's direction.

"What?"

"Are you hungry?"

"I'm good." Little does he know, I've been plotting my escape. "Isn't it time for my shower?" He looked down at the watch on his wrist.

"Yeah, I'll get it started for you." He walked off into his bathroom, and I heard the shower start.

While his dumb ass had me locked in here, I found a way to get my wrist free.

He stepped back into the room and came around the bed where he grabbed the chain, and grabbed a key out of his pocket. He let the chain fall to the floor and walked out of the room.

I made my way to the bathroom and just closed the door as if I was in it.

I walked to his closet, grabbing my pink and white duffel and the gray gym bag, which were both already packed with the majority of my stuff. After we broke up, I never came to get any of this stuff, mainly because I didn't want to come over here fearing for my life. I knew he'd be on some dumb shit if I did.

I got a thirty minute shower every day, so he shouldn't be back for a good forty five minutes. I opened the bathroom door, dragging my bags with me. I turned the knob before closing the door so that it didn't make a lot of noise. I walked over to the window, unlocked it and lifted it up. 

I picked up both bags and pushed them through the window, then shut it and locked it back. I wanted so bad to just dip, but I can't leave now because el' dumbass in there is still aware of his surroundings. But when night falls, I'm getting the FUCK out of here and I'm never looking back.

I climbed in the shower and just relaxed. I intended to implement my plan tonight with no fuck ups.

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I looked over at the clock and it read 2:35 AM.

Carson should be sleeping right now. Even if he isn't, I'm still getting the fuck out of here.