POV: LeRoy James Campbell, 19 🇯🇲
Imma kill this nigga.
Aint no way he tried this. I thought I made it clear at the party.
After 3 minutes, he starts bleeding from his head.
I glance over at Amara. My poor baby. Passed out on the floor with her shirt half way off, bleeding from her head.
I have an urge to shoot him. Right here, right now.
I put her shattered phone in my pocket and I pick Amara and put her over my shoulders.
Why didn't no one notice anything.
She could have died.
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9:21pm
I'm walking over to my car with Amara still over my shoulders and put her in the back seat instead of the passenger seat.
She wakes up. And starts crying.
"Roy please tell me he didn't do anything...to me." she says.
"You don't gotta worry about him no more" I whisper.
POV: Amara Johanne Kaliece Pierre, 17 - 🇭🇹
11:52pm
I finally got up from Roy's couch. I feel numb.
I go up to his bathroom and start washing my face. The water starts turning red.
Roy comes in the bathroom and stands in the doorway.
I can't even look at him. I'm so embarrassed. I never listen.
He was just trying to protect me.
He leaves.
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I start taking a shower and wash off more blood from my neck .
I try and stay strong, but I cant do it anymore. I just stand there in the shower, and just cry. Why did this happen to me? What did I do to deserve all of this?
I turn off the water, dry myself, put on lotion, and put on my clothes.
I can't stop shaking.
I just wish I could forget about all of this.
I go downstairs and go to the kitchen to find something to eat, but I find alcohol instead.
I pour myself a cup. One won't hurt.
And another one..
And another one...