"My family is dead" I say, trying to keep calm. He sits there silently for a moment. Possibly he's thinking of a way to escape this date, that suddenly took a dark turn. Or maybe trying to find a way to change the topic. Whatever it is, it's making...
I watched him being beaten continuously. "Dad?" I say, after watching his body go limp once the evil man leaves the room. The door swings open loudly. "I said no talking." is the only noise I heard before he the man began to hit me. Grunting, while he hurt me over and over again, rung through my ears while my body shut down and everything went black.
I wake up abruptly, covered in a layer of sweat. I look around my room, and become anxious. I reach down and grab my gun from in between my matress and bed frame. Then, slowly standing, I walk to my bathroom, holding my gun up to protect myself from the boogeyman. That's what everyone tells me when I tell them my story. I'm imagining things. I would never act on my threats. They tell me quite incorrectly. My plan is almost done, in fact. That's just the part of the story that I keep to myself.
I don't go back to sleep, instead I stay up staring at my front door, making sure they haven't found me. BEEP BEEP BEEP!! Great, time for work. I walk to my room, putting my gun in the place I took it from, then walk to my closet to pick out an outfit. I take out a nike sweatshirt and a pair of black ripped jeans. I finish the look with a basic pair of black and white adidas.
I head to the school I work at, where I talk to "troubled children" about their problems. A job quite fitting considering my history. I go in my office and sit at my desk turning towards the big window. I sit there, looking out the window and wait for my first appointment. "Hey Alex," I announce when the door opening pulls me out of my trance.
"Hi Kayla" He says taking a seat opposite of me. "What's new!" I ask sitting back and putting my attention on him. "Well boy do I have some new for you," he says, officially beginning my day.
°°° "Amara, I really don't feel like going out today." "I don't care. Get ready." She says in response to my many protests. I get dressed and look at myself in the mirror admiring my work.
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I run my hands down my body and dark thoughts make their way into my head. I think of all the terrible things that could happen there, so I strap a knife on the side of my thigh and send a selfie to Amara.
Amara: I'm here Kayla: Coming!!!!
I make sure I have my keys before heading to Amara's car. I walk out the door and hear her yell "DAMN BITCH YOU LOOK GOOD" I shake my head laughing.
My best friend ladies and gentlemen. I get in the car and buckle up before turning towards her. Looking her up and down, I conclude "You look sexy as crap."
As we drive to the club, we sing along to Location by Khalid and dance. We arrive around 10 o'clock and don't have to wait in the long line, due to the fact that Amara's older brother is the bouncer there. We go in and look around a bit before heading to the bar. "Two shots please," Amara yelled to the bartender. I continue to look around, my eyes landing on someone in the middle of the dance floor. He's wearing a nice suit. A shot glass is placed in my hand and I look at it cautiously. The man looks in my direction and we make eye contact, causing me to swallow the shot quickly.
Amara leans in my ear and whispers, "Go get 'em tiger." The glass is taken from my hand and she disappears. I begin to freak out and look around only to find myself face to face with Mr. Handsome.
