Kyrah
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It's currently 2 in the morning and I am not able to sleep. My mind is racing with millions of thoughts. My head is pounding. And I feel like I have nobody to talk too.

Never mind, scratch that. I know I have nobody to talk too. I'm alone.

Everybody is against me with little to no reason. I did absolutely nothing to nobody but everybody just hates my guts so bad. I really wish Mike was here. At times when I felt like giving up he would always lift my spirt back up. Just by being his normal goofy self. Why would someone want to kill someone like him? Stabbing at that.

If somebody stabs you then it has to be something personal. You really have to hate somebody if you stab them. Like come on, is it ever that deep to actually stab someone?

My thoughts were interrupted by my stomach growling. I then start to realize that I didn't eat anything all day. I'm in Tariq's house and I don't just want to rummage through the fridge. Then again, he did say if I need him just knock on his door. Now that I think of it...what the hell is his deal?

He was just calling me out of my name and laughing about me with his buddies, why all of a sudden the change of heart.

I got up from my position in bed and opened the door as quiet as I could. The house was dead silent so I was making sure I watched wear I was stepping. It's also darker than midnight in here. I can barely see anything. Maybe I should just go back to the room and wait until the morning. He's gonna get mad if I knock on his door this early; I just know he is.

As I was fixing to turn around to retreat a hand was placed on my shoulder. I let out a scream of surprised but quickly covered my mouth when I seen who it was. "The fuck is you doing roaming around the house at 3 in the morning?" Tariq whisper-shouted at me. "You gon' answer or you just gon' stand there looking like a scared dog?"

I was trying to find words to say but nothing was coming to me. "Forget it. I hate when bitches act stupid." He said as he brushed passed me to go to his room. Wait a minute. He was just being nice and now he hates me again. "If you don't really want me here then I can leave."

He stopped in his tracks and turned around. "A girl like you can't be on the streets alone."

"What are you talking about? I can handle myself." I folded my arms across my chest.

"You know what I'm talking about." He said looking dead in my eyes. He started walking back up the stairs leaving me downstairs by my lonesome.

I have no idea what he's talking about. "A girl like me" like what? Why does he even care what happens to me if I'm by myself. Boy please.

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I was woken from my slumber because of this loud ass alarm clock. Pretty sure it was loud enough to wake the entire house.

Slowly but surely I got up out of bed and grabbed some clothes out of my duffle bag. I did all of the normal hygiene things your suppose to do. I really don't feel like going to school today. But I need to go because I been missing a lot of days recently. I know all of my grades dropped...more. im going to fix that though. If I want to graduate and not put up with the bs anymore, I need to start being responsible.

im not wearing nothing too extravagant. Just some grey tights and a red hoodie over it. The reason why I wear hoodies so much is because I just feel more safe with one on. More invisible and more comforted. A hoodie is basically my hiding place. Weird right?

A small knock was heard at the door. At this point im back in the guest room. "Come in." I tell whoever is behind the door. A lady, who I'm guessing is Tariq's mom, peeked her head in. She wore a warm welcoming smile on her face. "Hello sweetheart, Tariq told me you were here." She said. She embraced me in her arms. I kind of didn't know what to do in this moment. I mean she barely knows me but she's hugging on me. Maybe she just has a very accepting and welcoming spirit. I didn't want to be rude so of course I hugged her back. Even though I was lost as hell. She must've noticed by the look on my face. "Oh I'm sorry hun. I'm Tariq's mom. I'm a hugger when it comes to meeting new people." She said with a laugh and a small smile after.

"No it's fine, really." I said. She resembled Tariq a lot, but I think him and his dad might resemble each other a lot more. "Breakfast is on the table. Already fresh and hot for you. I got to go to work but if you need anything just give me a call okay?" She gave me a small business card that had her number on it. I didn't say anything back--just smiled in return.

Clara Davis-Williams.

She's so nice. There's no way that can be Tariq's mom. Kind of sad how she ended up raising an asshole. That's no offense to her though.

I walked out the room and seen the breakfast sitting on the table. Just looking at it made my mouth water. I haven't eaten anything in like 2 days. "Wassup ma?"

Ugh not this nigga.

Justin was looking at me with a smirk on his face. Justin is Tariq's brother. The one I supposedly "had sex" with. "I don't know how it is at your house but in this house we speak in the mornin."

I rolled my eyes. He really thinks I'm gonna speak to him after he helped his brother spread those childish rumors about me. He's part of the reason why I'm bullied now.

"Aight be like that then."

"Okay." I replied back. I didn't pay attention to him no more. My attention is all on the beautiful breakfast in front of me. Tariq then came down the stairs...looking very nice in the outfit he's wearing. Looking at him made me feel a little insecure. He had all of these expensive clothes and shoes on and I'm just wearing some basic clothes. That shouldn't even matter, but it must be nice to dress like that.

"Waddup moo." He told his brother. They dapped each other up like they ain't seen each other in days. I know they just saw each other yesterday. "When you was gon' tell me you was hittin ole girl over there?" Justin tried to ask in a whisper but failed. "I ain't hittin that bitch. You know I got a girl. She ain't at her level either." He made sure to say that loud enough for me to hear. He was talking about Winter. His hoe ass girlfriend.

They both cheat on each other but get mad when they find out. How the hell you gon' be mad at a nigga for cheating but you're doing the same thing? People are so backwards nowadays.

"You ready to go?" He asked me in an irritated manner. I'm starting to think he's bipolar.

A thought then hit me. I don't have my book bag. I'm gonna have to go back and get it. "Uh, I forgot to grab my book bag when I left my house."

"Are you serious? We gon' be late because yo stupid ass forgot your book bag? Mr. Davidson just told me if I'm late I'm gettin suspended. I'm on the football team I can't keep getting suspended moe."

"I'm sorry."

I ain't sorry.

"Man come on."

The tension in the car was thick and could be cut with a knife. He's really mad at me because I forgot my book bag. Is this kid serious? I rolled my eyes at the thought and pushed it to the side.

"Where I'm posed to turn at?" He asked me.

"Right here."

He pulled up in my driveway.

I'm praying to God that my sister isn't here right now. The door was locked but I know where the spare key was. So far there wasn't anybody in the house. At least not that I know of. I went to my room and grabbed my bag that was sitting on my bed. I went to Mike's room and decided to swap out my hoodie with one of his. Now I really feel safe.

"Look who it is." Ashley came up behind me. "Ashley, I don't want no troubles. I just forgot something, now if you excuse me-" I tried to get out of the way but she pinned me up against the wall. "So you think you can beat my ass and think I ain't finna get my revenge."

"Ashley watch yourse-" She punched me dead in the face and then yanked me to the floor by my hair. "I'm finna take you out just like they did Mike hoe." She pulled a knife from behind her back started to charge at me. Wow, my sister has that much hate for me that she wants to kill me. "Ashley don't do this."

"I've been planning this for a long time." 

Before I had any time to get out the way she sliced the middle of my thigh on my right leg. "Ahh!" I screamed in pain. Blood immediately started coming out.

"You think you can get away from me?" She said with the knife pinned against my neck. "You see mama suffering and you not doing shit about it. You allow daddy to kill himself. Mike is dead because he wanted to get you a a present for your fuck ass birthday!"

"Ashley please don't do this." I was loosing so much blood. "Fuck you." She raised the knife up to give me the final blow but I wasn't about to go out like this. Not by her. I refuse to. With all of the strength I had I managed to kick her off of me with my left leg. Not only did she fly against the wall but the knife flew away from her as well. I weakly stood up and limped to where she laid. "Stupid bitch." I said before kicking her in the head knocking her out.

I grabbed my bag and started limping out of the house. I was loosing blood by the minute. Everything around me started looking fuzzy. My head started spinning.

The last thing I seen was Tariq rushing over to me.

A/n: BITCH WTF Ashley you low down ass hoe. Tryna kill yo sister. Shame shame shame. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I enjoyed writing it. Excuse any mistakes. I'm lazy asf and do not feel like editing.

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November 27, 2019