Aliyah pov
I'm currently sitting in the corner of my room crying silently reminicing about my past
When I was in the 9th grade I dated this guy named ken. Best believe I loved that nigga on my momma. It was all good, he showed me affection and gave me his time and loved me or at least that's what I thought. There was this one time I was in my feelings and sad so I called him and asked him if I could come over and he agreed. I went over to his house and we chilled, talked and watched a movie. All was good until he started feeling on my thigh. I didn't think much of it until he kissed my neck leaving a hickey as his hand went upper my thigh to unbutton my jeans. I stopped him and told him I wasn't ready but nigga wasn't having in. I tried pushing him off but he wouldn't budge and he pinned my hands above my head with one hand and the other was pulling my jeans down. I started screaming him to stop with tears streaming down my face. He just laughed and slapped the shit outta me and told me to shut up. I finally got the strength to push him off and ran in the bathroom and locked it not taking the key out so he wouldn't unlock it from outside. I took out my phone and called Jordan to come help me. Good thing he knew where ken lived. I cried silently listening to ken trying to knock down the door as he yelled words like "you know you want it" "open the damn door and take this dick"
My heart stopped when he kicked the door open smirking like the devil himself. He walked to me and slapped me and pulled me out the bathroom by my ankles to his room. While he was dragging me, Jordan bust in the house screaming my name.
I yelled for help and he found this nigga still dragging me. Jordan punched Ken and I ran outside to his car and sat there until Jordan walked out the house with blood stains on his shirt. I opened got out the car and hugged him and we went home
I'll never forget the day my lover tried to rape me. He wasn't who I thought he was. He took advantage of me when I was at my lowest
I stood up and walked to my bathroom taking a razor blade under the sink, and slit my wrist.
I repeated the process about 12 times and washed it of.
I walked into my room and threw a sweater on and decided to call Jordan
"Hey Jordan? Can you come over?"
"Yeah sure thing, why you sound like you were crying?" He asked
I just broke into tears and hung up.
I went to my balcony and watched the moon shining brightly up in the sky. I should be asleep.
My thoughts were disturbed by Jordan climbing the tree next to my balcony and coming in
He had two back packs with him
"Boo, you good? You didn't sound good on the phone, what happened, are you hurt?" He said examining my face and body
"Nah am aight, its just that I'm having flash backs of that night" I looked down trying not to cry
Jordan pulled me into a tight hug and kissed my forehead
"Its okay he won't hurt you anymore, its okay" He said while I was back to crying.
"Let's watch a movie and I brought snacks and a tub of ice cream cream. Oh I also brought a few of my clothes, I'll be staying here for a while."
I swear I love this nigga
Aight chapter three done
I'm gonna be taking a long time to update
Cause my phone is shitty
Anyway I hope you like
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