They say I'm different, that I change everything...for the worse, they say I destroy friendships, I destroy family bonds but I swear, it's not premeditated, I just do me but somehow, me is terrible, the worst lifestyle ever.
I'm now trapped in my body, letting an alien take over just to please everybody, I am fake, I am a lie, I remove everything that reminds me of the past because I want to please everyone, mostly the people that I care about...at the moment.
I know what love is, I have felt it before and transforming into a person the one I love wants me to be is the only way I know to reciprocate my love. I can be anybody for the one I love, I can do anything because as far as I am concerned, I don't matter.
"Kaylie honey, do you mind, I have a long line of people waiting to get served, quit your daydreaming" my boss said, dragging me back to reality. I cleared my throat and got back to work, putting on my rehearsed fake smile and reducing the line of awaiting customers. It was my last working day of the week at the coffee shop and I couldn't wait to get back to my apartment and lock myself up, just to be alone before Jay showed up. I was a dysfunctional teenager who was trapped in the wrong side of life, I chose to live with a grown man who did nothing but drugs just because I loved him rather than let the state handle my ass. To me, I was a grown woman and I had the right to do whatever I wanted. I smiled at the last customer and wasted no time in getting out of my uniform, I used my palms to smoothen my hair and grabbed my bag, walking out of the coffee shop after taking my tip for the day.
The wind blew causing me to shiver, I tightened my jacket, hugging myself to keep the cold out and hurried to my apartment. The familiar neighborhood came into view and I hurried, I didn't want to be caught dead in the streets at this time.
"Kaylie, I'm still waiting on my rent sweetie" my landlady said. She lived in the better part of town so she usually came by to check things out.
"Rent? I thought Jay paid you?" I asked confused, I was stupid, every time I gave Jay the rent money knowing fully well that he would spend it. I sighed and gave her the money I made, lucky for me it was the accurate amount for the rent. "You know you should leave him, you are what, 16? God knows I'm committing a sin by letting you live with that man but you don't want anybody's help. Goodnight" she went to her car while I rushed up the stairs. I walked into my apartment to find Jay knocked out. There goes my alone time. I dropped my jacket carelessly on the floor with the rest of my clothes following it as I made my way to the bathroom. I had a few minutes before Jay needed his fix and he usually got grumpy, I chuckled, that was a mild way to put it.
It was taking too much time, I had been sitting on the couch for two hours staring at Jay, he was still knocked out, I already had dinner, I had dozed off for a few minutes but he was still that way, I knew better than to wake him up but I still did. He snored deeply and turned for a few minutes before he woke. It was fast, I wouldn't have known it happened but the pain I felt was enough proof, I was now sprawled on the floor, whimpering, trying very hard to keep the tears from coming, he hated it. He said it made me weak. He kicked me hard, making me almost give up my dinner. I tried to get away, crawling on the floor, he grabbed me by my hair and flung me across the room, causing me to land on the hard wood table, there was darkness and then nothing.
The stupid beeping kept on going, making me mad, I almost screamed, feeling groggy I opened my eyes, Jay was by the microwave doing god knows what. I tried getting up but it was impossible, the pain was affecting me, I couldn't think, my brain couldn't function. "Get up bitch" he said walking to me, that's when I saw it, the hot knife, I hurried, trying to get away, he bent on his knees and trapped me with his hand, I struggled hard but he was stronger, he placed the knife on my thigh, burning it into my skin. "Next time you behave" was all he said before he walked out of the house. It hurt, I couldn't scream, I didn't want to draw attention to myself, he would hate it.
No!! No Kaylie, you can't, not anymore, you were not born for this. I scurried up, grabbing all my things. I couldn't anymore. I had been here since I was 15, I didn't want this anymore, I wanted desperately to run away, I couldn't, not anymore. I packed up and raced out of the building, walking to the bus station, I needed to get away. I couldn't do this anymore. I turned back to see if I was being followed, not focusing on the road in front of me, I hit a brick wall, or rather Jay, I knew his scent anywhere, he reeked of disgusting crap. "Where are you off to baby?"
"Um...um" I stuttered. "I just need to um...you know" I tucked a stray hair behind my ear. "I don't know jack baby, are you trying to run away?" I shook my head frantically. "I thought so, come on, let's go." He dragged me back home.
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Bruised For Love
General FictionLOVE? It costs a lot, but I can afford it. Kaylie constantly finds herself going through the worst days of her life. Will she ever get a brand start?
