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Somebody Pray for Me Pt 1
This is my first ever BP fic so y’all be gentle. Let me know if you like it!!!! I ope y’all enjoy.
Living in Oakland’s roughest neighborhood did nothing but make my heart colder and my mind sharper. My momma told me she believed I would do something great and I made it my mission to prove her right. I woke up and looked at my alarm clock, it read 5:15 in glowing red. I knew I needed to get up ,but my body was protesting. ‘You’re my shining star’ are the words that whispered through my mind at moments like this. At my weakest my mom was always there for me. I got up begrudgingly and padded to the bathroom to complete my morning routine.Washing my face I look up at the guarded brown eyes that stared back at me. I sighed going back into the room and picking out my outfit, I didn't have much to choose from,but someday I would change that. I finally chose a brown flowy top and light wash jeans. Putting on my worn out Jordans I made my way to the kitchen to grab some fruit before leaving for the day.
“Who said you could touch my shit?” snarled a voice from behind me.
I slowly closed my eyes and pretended to be calm while inside I was frozen solid.
“Nobody.” I mumbled putting the apple back in order to keep his wrath at bay.
“So you just stealing now?” he said coming closer.
His breath was the first thing that hit me before I could even think of a response. He reeked of whiskey mixed with a little bit of beer. I knew immediately there was no diffusing the situation therefore you took a deep breath and waited for the hit to come. When the strike did come it knocked the breath right out of me. I fell to the floor whimpering in pain and knowing he was not nearly done with the beating. Knowing I couldn’t protect my body I curled in the fetal position in order to protect my face. ‘Your body was already covered in bruises and lacerations what’s a few more’ whispered a dark voice in my mind. When I’m on the ground he lands a solid kick directly between my ribs that knocks all the breath out of me. I try not to make a sound knowing that that would only make the beating worse and I wanted to be able to move so I could make it to class. All I can think is I hope he finishes before I pass out, I can’t miss a day of school. Surprisingly instead of continuing to hit me he crouches down and whispers low enough for my blood to run cold.
“Wait until you get home.” he blew his foul breath in my face and turned to leave.
I looked at the clock and it read 6 o’clock.
“I’m late, shit!” I ran out the door toward the bus I was supposed to catch. It sped off just as I was about to be at the stop. I immediately started to panic I told my brain to shut up so I could think I needed a level head if I was going to get out here in one piece. Looking around I saw two men ,coming towards me and I stopped breathing completely. I ran to the park that was close to my house to escape them. The park was run down and no children ever came to play here,but we did have a basket tied to a post as a faux basketball hoop. I hid in the slide area until I heard the shouting pass me.
“No no no no no.” I repeated the word until I could breathe again. I needed a plan I had to get to school I couldn’t miss a day if I wanted colleges to look at me. They had to know I was serious about my education, I needed to get out of Oakland like my momma wanted. I looked up and decided I would just walk the 3 miles it would take me. I heard the voice in my head whisper ’Yeah bitch walk off some of that fucking weight and maybe you could get out of Oakland easier.’ I shudder at the voice knowing it wasn’t the voice of my momma anymore. I sighed again knowing the voice was right and maybe if I walked more I could be in better shape. With a shake of my head I started on my trek to the school. I was about halfway there when the sky decided to open the floodgates of heaven and start flooding the streets. Immediately soaked I ran the rest of the way trying to avoid cars and people. Entering the building I slid into my homeroom class with my heart pounding and gasping for air. Everyone’s head snapped to me as though they were observing a wild animal at the zoo. I felt my body heat up with embarrassment and made my way to my seat with my eyes glued to the floor. As soon as I sat down Mrs.Jackson raised her eyebrows and with an evil look in her eyes she said“Nice of you to join us Alliyah.”
I rolled my eyes at her. She was one of those teachers that hated her job and took it out on her students. She didn’t like me in particular though because I was actually passing her class with an A.
“We’re taking a test on parabolas today you might want to study up on the subject before we start” she said with a smrk.
The whole class burst into giggles thinking that I had problems with the subject I just smirked knowing I knew the subject up and down before we even started studying it.
“Nah I think I’m good.” I said with a little more attitude than I would have if my day wasn’t so shit. She just smiled and turned to her desk to hand out the test. It didn’t escape my notice that she handed everyone a test from one pile and handed me mine from a whole other pile. I raised my eyebrows and held my breath as she placed the test in front of me. Peering down at it I realized it had nothing to do with parabolas at all and had advanced Calculus on it instead. I covered my wide smile with my hand and got to work. After homeroom school flew by and the next thing I knew I was walking in the opposite direction of where my bus sat waiting to take me to that poor excuse of a home. With my head down I walked to the library. On my way to the row of seating in the back I ran into a figure .
“I-I’m sorry.” I mumbled out so he wouldn’t get mad.
. He had the shadow of well built muscle under his black hoodie and plain jeans. His hair was in locks that fell into his face framed by wide set reading glasses. While I was in La La Land checking the boy out he shoved me out of the way. It wouldn’t have been a big deal if his hands didn't push in the exact place of one of my most tender bruises. I cry out and a look of shock fills his face before he could mask it again. I regain my composure in a nanosecond.
“I’m fine, don’t touch me.” I snarled.
With that I pushed past him and took a seat getting ready to study for hours.
“I know you didn’t just bump into me then get an attitude.”the boy that I bumped into groused.
He grabbed the chair next to me and made himself comfortable in my personal space. I just looked at him for a second then turned back to my school work determined to not be bothered by him.
“So you ain’t talking now?”
Silence filled the space between you us. “Aight bet.”
I rolled my eyes while reading the same sentence over and over again. I looked over at him through my peripherals and caught him staring at me.
“If you gonna be in my personal space at least open a book.”
He chuckled and continued to stare at me .Finally I huffed in frustration and started to gather my books. A hand grasps my wrist before I could pick up my notebook.
“Where you think you going?” he drawled.
“That ain’t none of your business, I don’t know you and you don’t know me so just leave me alone.”
“I’m Erik.”
I just stared at him in disbelief. Did this boy, that looked like trouble in the worst way, just give me his name?
“I’m Alaina.” I said hesitantly.
“Yeah I know we have homeroom together.”
I looked at him one last time before my brain finally broke through the fog and told me it was time to leave. I turned on my heel and almost ran out of the library towards the exit of school. When I finally got a fresh air I was able to think straight again. How did that boy control my mind so easily? If I didn’t know any better I would say the intoxicating smell of Satinwood must have poisoned my mind and taken over my body. I shook my head and headed back to the park to set up camp for the night.Immediately I noticed a figure following me so instead of going in the direction I planned on laying my head I went the opposite way to the nearest store hoping whoever it was would back the hell off. When I heard the jingle of the bell behind me I knew I had no such luck.I turned around to look at the person tailing me and sucked in a breath of shock.
“What the hell Erik why are you following me around?” I said with a hint of sass in my tone.
“Do you know how rude it is to walk away from someone in the middle of a conversation?” he said casually.
I knew he was mad though because his shoulders were tensed and ready for a fight. I looked into his eyes for the first time and I saw a reflection of me. I looked horrible with bags under my bloodshot eyes.
“I thought we was done.” I said in an uncaring tone. He looked like he wanted to say more when another person entered the empty store.
“Alaina what is your ass doing in here talking to some boy? Daddy waiting for you back at home.” Javaris my big,dumb brother said.
“Okay hold on I'm coming.” I said forlornly. I feel Erik tense beside me as he sees the worry and genuine fear etched on my face. He reaches down and hands me a piece of paper before walking out eyeing Javaris the whole way. I walked behind Javaris dreading entering the house,but knowing I was safe at least until J left with his new girlfriend to the movies that night. Daddy never let Jarvis see him hit me and I never told him hoping to keep him out of it and us off the streets.
“So who was ole boy you was talking to?” Jarvis said conversationally.
I knew I had to choose my words carefully cause just like any good little boy Javaris would deliver any information I gave to him to my dad in a heartbeat.
“He ain’t nobody.” I said hoping that would be the end of the conversation.
We walked in silence for the rest of the way. I knew we weren’t finished with the conversation but I was relieved that for the moment he was minding his own business. My whole thought process was focused on Erik and how he was able to so easily control my thoughts. I needed to focus on the punishment that I would receive when I got home. When I walked through the door I knew I was gonna be sorry I existed at the end of the night. There he was the man that beat me for eight years, my so called dad. He was rolling a blunt and had two scantily clad women draped over him. How could he behave like this in his late wife’s- my momma’s- house? She spent the better part of her life paying off this house. She would be rolling over in her grave if she knew the dead beat she married did what he did in her house. I knew I was about to make the beating worse, but I couldn’t help myself. I raised my eyebrows and scoffed at the trio muttering about how I hope he get something he can’t cure. I knew he heard me and I knew I would pay for it later. I walk into my room and flop onto my bed ignoring the pain in my body.
When I woke up there was a looming presence over my bed. I blinked a couple of times to make sure I wasn’t still dreaming. No. I realized,this wasn’t a dream it was a nightmare. I sucked in a deep breath as he held the belt and came down onto my overheated skin repeatedly.I was shocked as this was the first time he hit me with anything other than his hands. It felt like liquid fire where the belt made contact with my skin. My whole existence was focused on the acute pain blanketing my body. I screamed out trying to alleviate some of the physical pain.When my screams started the evil glint in his eyes truly twinkled. Finally he relinquished the belt and moved on to using his fists to finish the job. The last thought that crossed my mind was ‘I’m gonna be with momma’. Then all the pain went away and there was nothing but darkness,
I woke up in a room that smelled like antiseptic. “What...” I couldn’t finish my sentence, it hurt to much to talk. In fact it hurt to do much of anything. Breathing was even a struggle. I moved my eyes around the bland room with its stark white walls, floor, and ceiling. There was a chair in the room ,but it was obviously just there for decoration cause there's no way it could be comfortable. I was the only one in the room at the moment giving me time to figure out why I was in a hospital to begin with. My brain slowly sludged through my memories until finally I remembered what happened last night. The brutality of the memory made my hands sweat and heart race as I relived all the pain I went through at the hands of the one person in the world who was supposed to love me unconditionally. I tried to calm myself when I heard a soft knock on the door. An elderly looking nurse walked in, she was beautiful with her short bob style haircut and caring brown eyes, She was slightly plump and wore glasses that you could have plucked right off a model in any magazine. What really caught my eye though was the slight smile she wore to greet me. I don’t remember the last time someone smiled so kindly at me.
“How are you doing sweetie?” came her soft slightly high pitched voice.
I blinked out of my reverie and opened my mouth to explain to her taat I’m fine and I didn’t need to be there any longer. Before I had the chance though a voice came from behind her.
“What happened to you shawty?”
I knew who owned that voice immediately even though I only talked to him once. I rolled my eyes the only thing I could safely do. I motioned to be sat up after I tried and failed to do it myself. The nurse quickly made her way over to me and after I assured her I was fine and comfortable multiple times she left the room giving Erik the stink eye the whole time.
“Erik what are you doing here?” I said slightly embarrassed.
He just walked closer inspecting my face before his eyes moved down to the numerous tubes sticking out of my arms and finally the bandages wrapped around every inch of my skin. Done with his evaluation he took a seat in the chair next to my bed. Finally he opened his mouth to tell me how he even knew I was here.
“I knew something was wrong when you weren’t in homeroom.” he whispered almost to himself.
“Erik I’m fine.” I said punctuating it with another roll of my eyes.
“No you’re really not. You are sitting in a hospital bed barely able to move.Don’t think I don’t catch the small winces you make everytime you move.Okay is nowhere near what you are get the fuck outta here with that Alaina.”
I gasped at the anger brewing deep in his voice. Instantly my hackles rose.
‘Why are you mad at me?” I say in the sharpest voice I could manage. Who did he think he was? I barely even knew him and he wanted to sit up on his high horse yelling at me. My life was hard enough without him trying to come in and make it more difficult. He looked me in the eye for the first time since he walked in the room. White hot fire was emanating from them. I immediately looked away to keep from embarrassing myself further in front of him.
“Just leave please.” I whispered softly.
I turned away from the chair expecting him to leave without an argument. Waiting a few moments I turned around to see him still there looking at me. Raising his eyebrow as if daring me to say something he got more comfortable in the chair. We sat like that for hours.
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