Trenton, New Jersey
Anneliese Hudson
"Best Day Ev-"
His manly figure stood over her as he inched closer to her. She backed up until her back hit the wall. Lifting her head up, she look at him. His light brown eyes staring directly at her. The more he stared, the faster her heart beat. A huge smile grew on his face since he knew how he was making her feel. He lick his lips then lean down to her ear.
"What's my name?" His deep voice asked, sending chills down her spin.
I look up from my notebook once I seen the boy sitting in front of me. I stare at him wondering why he was sitting in front of me. He finally look up and we made eye contact.
"I seen you around a lot and I'm really curious as to who you are." He said, I squinted my eyes at him.
"Okay, so that was a terrible way to introduce myself. So, let's start over." He said, rolling up his sleeves. I look down at his arm tattoos then back at him.
"My name is Onest. And yes it's like the word honest just spelled without the h. It's a weird name, I'm aware, but I have a black mom so yeah." He said and I stopped myself from cracking a smile.
"Anyway, I notice you come here all the time and I really was just curious about you. I hope that don't sound weird or anything. So, what's your name?"
I tuck in my lips not responding back. I was lowkey scared to do so and since I didn't want to be awkward, I look down at my nails.
Why do I have to be so difficult?
"Okay, well you seem to enjoy being alone, so I'm probably bothering you and I'm sorry bout that."
I quickly look up seeing him getting up. I didn't want him to walk off cause he seemed like a nice guy.
"Jesus, stop being a pussy." I told myself.
"Anneliese." I finally spoke and he look back at me. "Umm, my name is Anneliese." I said and he smile walking back over and sitting down.
"Anneliese? Did I say that right?" He asked and I nodded my head.
"Yeah, your really the only stranger that says it correctly." I told me and he chuckled.
"Yeah, I understand the whole correcting people when they say your name wrong concept. Your name is unique and pretty. However, imma have to take the win on this one." He said and I couldn't help but to chuckle.
"Was that a laugh?" He asked and instantly froze.
"Umm, no." I answered getting slightly scared.
PTSD at its finest.
"You sure cause it sounded like a laugh." He continued and I shook my head.
I couldn't even share a small laugh without being reminded of my dad.
"I was joking but the way, you look scared a little." He said and I lower my head, playing with my fingers.
"That was nothing." I told him keeping my head down. I could already tell this was about to go all types of wrong.
But, when does it ever go right for me? It was like I was cursed or something. So, any minute now this was going to go completely downhill. I was just waiting on it.
"Your not really the talking type are you?" He asked and I look up, surprised he was still here. I shook my head and he gave me a small smile.
"I can tell, so I'm not going to force you to talk to me. You mind if I see your pen?"
I handed him my pen and watched his actions. He took a napkin out and started folding it. I squinted my eyes watching as he started writing on it.
"I know your the quiet type, but quiet people are interesting to me. You seem like a chill person too and since I like chill people, I'm giving you my number."
I raise my brow as he handed me the napkin. I took it out his hand looking at his number.
"Your giving me your number?" I asked and he nodded his head.
"Yeah, I was serious when I said I was curious about you. Out of curiosity I came over here and now I gave you my number. I'm not forcing you to use it, but if you want to then I don't have a problem with that. Cool?" He asked, staring directly at me.
I bite the inside of my lip, nodding my head.
"Cool, I'll see you around." He gave me a wink before getting up. I look back at the napkin, surprised that I had actually gotten someone's number.
A mans number at that.
I look over at Onest seeing he was talking to someone. He ended up looking over at me, giving me another smile.
I look away quickly trying to hide that smile that was starting to form. I could say this was the best day ever for me.
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I tap my thumbs together as I look around the kitchen. I look down at my phone seeing the new message. I thought maybe I could text Onest, but sadly I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to be dry and say a simple hi. But, I also didn't want to jump into it and say something cheesy.
"Jesus, why am I so awkward." I mumbled locking my phone. I place it on the counter deciding not to text him.
I had just gotten his number, so I didn't want to be pushy I guess. I was just really scared.
I started humming a random song while grabbing a pan. It was late night and I decided to make me something to eat. Standing on my tippy toes, I reached up trying to open the cabinet.
"Curse my height." I muttered finally opening the cabinet. As I tried to grabbed what I needed, I felt hands touching my waist.
"I gotchu." My dad said in my ear reaching for what I was grabbing. I tuck in my lips turning around seeing how close he was.
"Excuse me." I said trying to move aside, but he stepped back in front of me.
"Where you going?" He asked and I refused to look up at him.
"To my room, so excuse me." I told him, but he won't move.
"No need to leave now babygirl. Daddy wants to talk to you." He said pressing himself against me. I tried pushing him away, but was too weak to do so.
"Dad..." my voice cracked as I was about to cry. "I just want to go to my room."
"So, you can write in this?" He asked pulling out one of my diaries. I look up at him feeling the tears about to come.
"How you'd get that?" I asked, swallowing the huge lump in my throat.
"You didn't want me to find it? Too bad cause I did. You like writing how you wanna kill yourself? And how you want a normal life? You don't like the life your living babygirl?" He asked lifting up my shirt, I smack his hand away.
"Dad, please." I begged trying to get my notebook, but he grabbed my wrist.
"Dad..." I yelp as he gripped my wrist harder. I started crying out of pain.
"Dad please."
"Don't start crying now. You asked for this, let's see what else you'll write in your diary." He said sternly dropping my notebook and started tugging at my shorts.
I tried fighting him off, but it wasn't working out. He roughly turned me around lifting up my shirt. He cover my mouth with his hand, leaning closer to me.
"It won't hurt at all babygirl. Your known for taking it." He said in my ear then laughing.
I let out a scream, only for it to be muffled, once I felt him enter me. I shut my eyes tightly, tears rolling down my cheeks as I felt extreme pain.
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Day started off good and ended off badly.
Thoughts? Feelings?