Eight Years Later....

Ayasha POV

So, here I am sitting in detention for sleeping in class…..again. Well, do you blame me? With Dad’s constant yelling and my anxiety, how am I supposed to get any sleep?  My dad, Julius Carter Lockleaf, works as an on-call security guard at night so I’m alone at night a lot. You see, my mom and sister were murdered eight years ago. That’s when we moved here. We used to live in California. Now, we live here in Homeland, Georgia. Dad was and, as far as I know, still is considered a suspect. I have three close friends. 

There’s Bradley Wade Silversmith, my absolute best friend, whom I’ve known since before the murder. That’s actually why we moved here. It was Dad’s idea. He figured that I could start with one friend. Then, there is Sophia Marie Mitchell. She is another one of my best friends and is dating my other friend Eliza. Last but not least, Eliza Shalea Love. She is Sophia’s girlfriend of three years and the other one of my best friends. Bradley tried to stick up for me so he’s here sitting next to me.  Finally, after a long drawn out hour, the bell rings.

 I grab my things and Bradley’s hand then dart out the door into the hallway. “I’m so sorry you had to sit through that hell with me. You really didn’t have to stick up for me,” I say with guilt in my voice. Bradley grabs my face to look in his eyes. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” He lets go of my face. “It’s what best friends do for each other. Oh look! There’s Sophia and Eliza.” I turn around and Sophia hug tackles me. “Well hello there…” I say, slightly laughing and trying to get out of her death grip. Bradley nudges Eliza, “I think you outta peel your girlfriend off of my best friend.” Eliza leans down and whispers something in Sophia’s ear that I don’t quite catch. Next thing, I know Sophia is grinning ear to ear and she leans down and kisses me sloppily. I start coughing awkwardly. Eliza is dying of laughter on the ground. Bradley is attempting to peel Sophia off of me. 

To say the least, Sophia is beautiful. She has really pretty long wavy brunette hair, bright green eyes, and a curvatious body; measurements of 34-24-36. Eliza has long blonde wavy hair, green eyes with brown around the pupil and measurements of 32-25-33. She’s very pretty as well. As for Bradley, well, he has slightly wavy black hair, light green eyes and a VERY fit body. I, on the other hand, am fairly ugly in my and Dad’s opinion. I have bright red scene hair and bright blue eyes. My measurements are 36-24-36. Sophia falls back to the ground laughing. Through her laughter, she says, “….Your…f-f….face…..It…w-was…..price….less……” I jump up off the ground. 

“Come on guys!! It wasn’t that funny!” I exclaim. Bradley grabs me by my waist and says, “Don’t worry. I’ll save you from the mean, mean lesbians!” He swings me around and we run outside. They jump up and run after us.  We slide into Bradley’s car and lock the doors. The girls try to open the back doors. Failing miserably, they start yelling at us. “Open the door!! I’m only half lesbian!!” Sophia yells at my window. “What does that matter??” I say back. Bradley laughs at her comment about being bisexual. Then he says, “I think you can walk today.” I turn on the radio and blast it. I text Eliza. Ha! Now we can’t hear you! ~BlueEyedBeauty~. 

This upsets her even more. Suddenly the pounding on the windows stop. I turn down the music. Bradley says, “Come on. You know we were just messing with y-……Uhhhhhh, Ayasha.” Bradley repeatedly taps my leg. I turn to look at him and see my Dad standing outside of his window. I whisper under my breath, “Shit!” I get out of the car and immediately Dad grabs my arm roughly.

“You are late! You know better. What were you doing, you little whore?!” he spits in my face. “Nothing Dad! Let’s just go home and talk there.” “Why are you embarrassed?! Well you should be! Sleeping around with all the little boys around here. I didn’t move you here so you could do that!” he screams. “Dad! I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING! You MOVED HERE to get away from the INVESTIGATION!” I yell back, standing up for myself, which I must say is not very smart. “GET IN THE TRUCK!” he screams back. 

I do as I’m told and get in his truck. Dad  goes inside the school to talk to one of my teachers. I get a text from Bradley. Are you okay?? You can stay at my house tonight if you want. My parents can even come get you and talk to your dad. Make sure you text me after he finishes yelling at you. *GreenEyedBoy* I sigh with tears on the rim of my eyes. Don’t cry! Crying is weak. I tell myself. I’m fine. I’ve gotten used to it. I’ll let you know if I need you. ~BlueEyedBeauty~ I sigh. What a way to end a Friday, or should I say start?