I was been pulled deep into a dark alleyway. I fought against the hands that kept me in a tight hold, dragging me all the way in.
I was so scared.
The worse part was that I couldn't see their faces but I could hear clearly the disgusting and vile things they planned to do to me.
"Please". I begged over and over again. But they acted as if their eardrums were blocked.
They kept on pulling and pushing me until my head was slammed against the hard concrete wall.
I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming in pain.
I felt a hand crawling under my skirt and my eyes widened to the size of saucers.
"Stop! Stop it please" I cried.
"Yes baby, I love to hear you scream and beg, it just makes me want to fuck you more."one of them spoke huskily. Pleasure lasing his voice.
A large hand clamped over my mouth as my hands were also pinned by my side to stop me from moving.
Before I could register what was happening my underwear was ripped from underneath my skirt and he plunged inside me. Stretching me out and filling me.
I screamed as I jerked awake. My clothes were soaked in sweat and my breathing was ragged.
"Isrealla?dear,are you okay?" A comforting voice spoke as they pulled me into a tight hug.
"They...the.... they....were...oh my God it was horrible" I stammered my voice breaking in between sobs.
" It's ok honey,am here now. No one will hurt you. Am here now". I recognized the voice immediately. It was my mother.
But for some strange reason i felt like she was the enemy. I pushed my self out of her hold making her look at me in confusion.
I know am not supposed to blame her but it was hard maybe because we've been having arguments lately which she always provoked for no reason and which was one of the reasons why i decided to go to that stupid party in the first place so she can't really blame me for not wanting to talk to her.
"Charliey called me to ask how you were". She spoke after a while.
Charliey?
Why would she call me? When she abandoned me in the first place.
"She was the one who found you after what happened". That statement shut my brain up completely.
I glanced up at my mother. She was looking back at me. Maybe she was expecting a reply. I kept shut though.
If charliey was the one who found me then I'd have to thank her later.
The door jiggled a little before the plump frame of my grandmother came in. Her eyes scanned the room a little before landing on me and a wide vibrant smile replaced the frown on her slightly wrinkled face.
"Mo, how are you doing today my dear?".
She always calls me 'Mo'.
Short for Morenike. She was the one who gave me the name. She said I was supposed to embrace my ethnicity. Even if I was raised here ,that didn't mean I had any white genes.
I nodded in reply to her question. My neck was starting to hurt from all the movement.
"Is she feeling alright?,has she eaten anything?" My grandmother mumbled as she walked over to where my mother was standing.
"No she hasn't. I was just about to ask her what she wanted before you walked in ".
Grandma's mouth formed an 'O' shape as she pondered on something.
I really needed to release my fluids. My bladder felt full.
"Mommy". I called. Immediately the two women were by my side.
"I want to ease myself" I spoke quietly. I knew my voice would sound terrible if I talked louder than I did .
"Ok let me help you to the restroom" my grandmother volunteered. I sighed as I flung my legs across the bed to the ground.
The IV that was stuck in my veins were removed yesterday so I could start eating normally and so I wouldn't have any trouble doing my business and coming back to bed.
As I placed my legs on the ground. It felt so foreign and cold.My grandmother pushed the rubber slippers through my feet carefully. It was like she was scared I would break if she acted a bit rough.
I smiled at her a little as I rose to me feet wobbling slightly like a noodle. Her hands shot up to hold me steady by the elbows.
"Thank you Grandma I can manage on my own". I spoke steadying myself untill I was sure I wouldn't fall.
"Are you sure dear?". She reasoned.
"Yes am sure Grandma". I reassured her .
I walked slowly towards the bathroom as they both continued thier conversation.
I closed the door quietly. Their voices drowning behind me as I proceeded towards the water system.
Later that day,the police came in for my statement which ended up in me crying and blacking out. At least I told them what they needed to know,that was a relief.
After I woke up the doctor came in to check my vitals and asked if anything hurt. Actually nothing did. Well nothing except the throbbing pain still lingering in my thighs which I didn't even want to know what it looked like.
My mother and grandmother stayed with me ,while my father and grandfather handled my case.
We were told the next day that I was to be discharged from the hospital.
Good.
I was tired of looking at this annoying white walls.
So much has happened in the past few weeks that I don't even feel like myself anymore. That's probably inevitable, because I know I'll never be the same person I used to be.
When we arrived home the next day I went straight to my room. I needed to take my bath any remove the hospital gore from my body.
I hate hospitals. They always have this smell that made me want to vomit all over the place.
I sighed as I walked slowly into my room. It felt like I haven't been in here for years.
Everything was just like I left it.
My clothes strewn all over the floor,My makeup scattered on top of my dresser and my mirror covered with lipstick prints of both charliey and I. We had plans to have fun. But I guess my stupid clumsy self always has to ruin everything in her part.
"Dear,wash up quickly and come down for dinner ok". my mom called from down stairs.
I hummed loud enough for her to hear and proceeded towards my bathroom.
I pulled open the door to my bathroom, walking over to the tub to run a bath. I temped the water to make sure it was hot enough before I added bubbles.
I turned towards my mirror, simultaneously taking off the grey sweater Grandma had bought me. What I saw had me recoiling in shame.
My body had dark purple bruises scattered all over. When I took of my black Leggings there was a big noticable gnash on my thigh and also a lot of scratches and finger marks. I didnt have any underwear on so I quickly hopped into the tub and reached for my sponge.
I started scrubbing my skin like crazy. If someone could see me now they would probably think I was mad as a hatter.
I scrubbed and scrubbed till my body felt raw and scrawny.
But that didn't change the fact that I could still feel their dirty hands on me.
Touching me while I begged and screamed for Mercy.
I whimpered silently,pulling at the braids on my hair which had already fallen loose from the bun I tied them in.
Everything was just too much to take in.
I knew I could not face them.
Filing this case was a waste of time.
Even if I wanted them to end up behind bars that wouldn't change anything.
That wouldn't change the fact that I was abused and ripped off my purity.
This was all my fault to begin with.
Maybe if I just die then everything will be better. Grandma wouldn't have to shout at mommy anymore.
And my mom wouldn't have to deal with my coldness and silent treatment.
Maybe if I could just rid myself of this feeling of revoltion and disgust I would find bliss.
Maybe death was just my best option here.
I slowly got out of the tub and reached into my medicine cabinet,where I kept all my medication and took out a cup and a bottle with Tylenol written boldly on it.
I walked over to the to the sink pouring some water into the cup.
I took the pills in my hand and started taking them one by one untill I started to feel dizzy.
I soaked my self back inside the still warm water and let the darkness suffocate me.
Ok so just so you know it's really hard for me to explain isrealla's feelings. But I hope you're getting it.
Ohh and for those of you who don't like emotional shit like this then am sorry this is not a book for you.
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