Aneila's daily life

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Today at the hospital was boring and my day was coming close to the end. Graduating college with a doctoral degree in radiology, I landed a job as a head radiologist in one the newest hospitals built in New York. I loved my job, but considering how time just flies in the hospital, I can't seem to enjoy it. I'm single which means there is no rush home to make dinner for a man I didn't have. Unfortunately for men, I found them useless. Now of course I would love to get some dick but from the right person. If you can't tell I'm a Virgin by now, then you seriously need Jesus. But anyway, I've had boyfriends in my life but all of them cheated on me before I could even get to know them. Three months in and I'm finding out there is someone else,definitely not what a woman wants everyday. I gave up on dating all together leaving me as a 23 year old virgin. Believe it or not, im 5'6 200 pounds with more boobs and ass than I can handle. I have two full sleeve tattoos along with a full leg sleeve. I have long black curly hair which in my opinion,compliments my chocolate skin. I hate makeup so best believe I left that shit on the shelf at the store. Well the clock struck 8:00 and I was on the way out the door. Driving home I pick up some Chinese and my favorite smoothie. My life now was a routine of food ,surgeries , and late nights, except tonight. Getting home I found my front door wide open. "What in the entire Fuck" I thought. As much as I wanted to stay in my car and call 911, I decided to walk inside because I still had leftover fried chicken in the fridge. That was MY chicken. Reaching over, I grab two 9mm guns from the glove department and stuck an extra clip in my pocket. Did I forget to mention that I am ex military? Walking to my front door I found nothing wrong with my house until my door slammed shut. "Who the fuck do you think you are slamming doors in my mothafuckin house like you pay my god damn bills?" I yelled before completely turning around. "Te'Challa?" I said with a confused look on my face. He smiled, walked closer to me and just stared in silence. I did nothing but stand there like an idiot. "Why are you here and what do you want!" I yelled at him. Without any hesitation, I was on the floor in two seconds holding my face in agony as his right hook connected with my jaw. I was coughing up blood and struggled to speak as he kicked and stomped on my ribs. I felt everything in my body break to his touch. As my brain went blank allowing me to forget the pain, I forced my self to only think of one thing,"why was he here?"







Thanks for reading my first chapter you guys. I will keep writing and comment if you have any ideas or predictions of the next chapter.

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