Love Being Held Hostage

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"Aye, girl c'mere" A tall light-skinned,muscular boy said. I looked his way and then walked away leaving him amazed."Aye girl, I SAID c'mere!" I continued walking on.Then i heard him walk up behind me and pulled my arm making me face his way. He clenched his jaw and look at me disgusted "You don't know when a grown man talks to you!"  This "man" was about my age 17 about, well he looked like it. "let me go" i said calmly. "Answer my question!" he shot back "Who are you to tell me what to do, you don't know me babe so get off!" I snatched my arm away. After that i felt pain from the back of my head and I felt regret for what i said. He pulled me back by my hair and pulled my body closer. He whispered in an angry tone "Ain't no female talk to me like that, UNDERSTOOD!" I could reply because i was in so much pain. He yelled "Do you understand!" I groaned yes. He pushed me away from him i fell on my knees with my hand on the back of my head. My Phone VIBRATED, He came from behind me and took it from my bag across my shoulders and the pushed my head downward. I started to cry "SHUT UP!" he yelled. "Hello." "Sorry she's busy now" I wanted to scream for help but i knew what would have happened.If i just would'nt have had that argument with my mom. If i would have just listened to my mom and never walked away. "get up." I looked up at him in pain "GET UP! Your mom must be stubborned like you, shes calling the police." I closed my eyes and prayed for him to go away "Fine!" He grabbed me by my hair and we proceed through the dark alley.

 We got to this house it looked broke down and horrible. "lets go." He said still not letting go of my hair.I followed my orders and walked up the stairs to the porch. He banged on the door.He let go of my hair and grabbed the back of my shirt. Some man opened the door with baggy clothes. I couldn't see behind him because all the smoke. He left the door o pen to let us come in. The boy closed the door and lead me to his room. He closed the door behind him and told me to sit on his bed. AM I GOING TO GET RAPPED!! I thought to myself he locked his door and walked to the edge of the bed beside me. i looked straight he asked me "Whats your name?" is he trying to be friendly all of a sudden "People call me moe." i said still looking straight "you look tense how bout you lay down." I could feel my eyes getting watery "No, thanks." i rejected he did a little laugh "What, you think im going to touch you, not a chance your not worth  it."  He layed back on his bed, the room was dark the only light that came in was from the window. I turned my head slowly to the boy laying down. "Whats your name?" i said in a low voice. He responded "Davion, but people call me Dev" I shook my head slowly. He sat up and took off his shirt the light on him reveled his abs. I looked then quickly snapped my neck back toward the door "sorry." i said quickly. he laughed "It iight" He looked at me then licked his lips. I don't know why but i liked it. He got up and asked "Are, you hungry?"I shook my head. He walked out the room with the door opened letting the smoke come in. I coughed . again. again.and again.He camed back with some water and some ramen noodles. He closed the door "sorry I'm kind of used to the smoke now." He gave me a bowl and the cup of water. I looked at him" don't you have a t.v or something" He sighed "Naw, i like it when its quiet and dark i can think. Why are you scared of the dark or something?' he joked i replyed "yes, i am" He stopped laughing "You play to much, are you serious." I replyed "yes." He looked at me in confusion "How old are you." "17." "You are the too old to be-" "It doesn't matter, if you are scared then you are scared!" i replyed in a rude tone. He looked at me and did a smirk "what." i said coldly "your so scary." i reply "Never that." he sat up licked his lips then put his hand on my thigh. I was freaking out i thought he said i wasn't worth it but i kept calm. He then pushed me so i was layed on the bed he climbed on top of me kissing my neck. I bite my lip. "not giving in yet." I didnt respond. Then he tugged on my shorts. "FINE!" then he smiled and got off of me. "What was that suppose to prove!" "obviously to prove that you are scary, i told you that your not worth it."

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