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Chapter 1

Kamari P.O.V

 

"Mommy get up! Get up! Wake Up! Momma wake up! You're going to be ok, just get up!" I screamed. "Leave her alone! This is grown folks business! Get the hell out!" he yelled at me. He pushed me out and locked the door. I put my back against the door and slid to the floor. More and more belt lashes sounded. I put my knees to my chest and rocked back and forth. Finally, a gun shot went off. I put my head down as I started to feel suffocated. More fired off, rounds, and rounds sprayed as a screamed. I gasped for air as I sat up in my bed. I was drenched in sweat, my hair was frizzy, and I think I even peed on myself. "Shit!" I cursed to myself. I quickly got up. I ran to the bathroom and threw up. "Ughhhh". I let out a frustrated sigh.  It's the dream of how my mother died. She had just came home from work. All excited and bubbly. I already knew what it was. She was pregnant. Long story short before I get emotional, he claimed it wasn't his, she claimed it was and he killed her. I was six years old, bouncing in and out of Foster Care and group homes. Raped and beaten in almost every home. By the time I was 17 I had been either raped or beaten roughly 375 times. I got up only to be brought back down by my stomach. Once I was finished throwing up I cleaned my bathroom and changed the sheets on my bed. I am 23 now, and today is moving day. Well, not really moving day but running away/leaving my abusive boyfriend day. Here was the plan, Javen leaves for work a 7:00 a.m. everyday and comes home at 5:00 p.m. sharp everyday. It's 7:15 and my plane leaves at 10:03 a.m. Because I'm running away I haven't packed for the move. I paid for extra bags (cause I got money like that) to put all of my stuff in. I cleaned the house and then I started with my clothes. I picked out a pair of black leggings and my grey and black Mickey sweatshirt. I pulled my black bralette set with a pair of mix matched socks to put under my grey Bailey Bow Uggs. I put my disney hat on the desk along with my Givenchy black purse. I packed it with my Ipad, headphones, charger, toiletries, inhaler, medicine, and hygiene. Now lets start packing I need to be out of here by 8:00. I packed my clothes and my shoes first, then I moved on to my jewelries and purses. I finished up with my hair care and hygienes. I had my car shipped out their yesterday so I'll have to call an Uber. It'll be here in 45 minutes! That's the longest I've ever waited for an Uber! At least it gave me time to get showered and make up the bed. I got in the shower and washed my body and my hair. I stepped out hit that hygiene routine and slipped into my clothes. By the time I was finished I had 10 minutes to spare so I rotated the laundry and took some chicken out for him to cook tonight ;). His note was already on the nightstand and I had all my bags downstairs. I grabbed my snacks and locked the door. 

 

 

It's 8:30 and I'm running a little behind. The first stop was the Sprint store. It was time for an upgrade and I needed too change my number. I thought this all the way out. I left my old phone at the house, deleted any text messages, pictures, and and calls. I wiped the memory off and cleaned my fingerprints on the phone (because he could have my fingerprints traced and reported as missing and then they could track me to my new home in Atlanta). The police has all the information so as I put in the letter "If you coming looking for me you will have to go to the Police Headquarters, report me as missing and they will arrest you onsight and you will be charged with rape, and domestic violence, so don't try me. And even if you don't I'm out the country so look for me all you want." I traded my phone for the iPhone 7 Plus Jet Black, changed my number, made sure that no-one could get in contact with me, took myself off his plan, payed the bill for over 6 months, and restricted my information. It's now 8:45 and I'm pushing it. I lost 5 minutes waiting on the Uber and made it to the shop right at 9:00 a.m. She knew what was going on and she quickly dyed my hair brown. As I sat under the dryer other women did my eyebrows, eylashes, and filled my nails in. I made sure to call the Uber as soon as I came from under the dryer. After I finished he was pulling up. I quickly loaded everything in the car. Said my goodbyes and headed to the airport. Arriving at 9:45 and checking in by 9:55. I was in line syncing everything back over to my new phone and boarding the plane. In almost no time everyone was seated and settled in. I was jittery imagining things like him stopping the plane but I'd been so careful. I told the ladies in the shop I was moving to Jamaica. I calmed down as I felt the plane move off the runway and into the air. I was happy that we were now floating above the clouds. I will truly miss Louisiana, it's all I've ever known but it's time to leave and I am ready for it. "Attention passengers we will now allow all tablets and laptops to be out we have 1 hour and 30 minuets till we reach Atlanta." the pilot stated over the intercom. I relaxed in my chair and turned on some music. I turned on my tablet to finish up some last minute home decor shopping. I already bought a house and my brother went by everyday to pick up packages and put them together. We facetime so I could tell him where to put things. I finished up an closed my eyes. 

 

 

Chapter 2

 Carter P.O.V

 

"Nigga come the hell on!" I shouted as I waited for Marshawn. "Nigga if it ain't right she gon' flip so you can wait." he yelled from one of the rooms upstais. "Uggggh! Who are you doing this for anyway? I know this ain't for no broad!" I replied. He appeared at the top of the stairs. "Aye man, this for my sister. She'll be here in about 2 hours, so you needa bring yo impatient ass on up these god damn stairs and help me put this dresser up. Cause if she knock you ass out it's on you." I scoffed. "Yeah whatever." I said walking up the stairs. I went in the room to find this nigga putting drawers in the dresser. "You had me walk upstairs and all you doing is putting dressers in?" I said. he got me fucked up. "Nigga shutup, I have to move it to the other side and you are going to put this mirror up on the wall in front of it." I looked around in the room. There were pictures of Muhammed Ali on the walls, and everything was put in the right place. The wall where the bed was had a pastel color of purple, blue, white, and pink. All her other walls were grey. Her bed was a queen silver and tealish set. It all kind of flowed together. 

"Aye she just texted me that she was here." Shawn said. "I thought you said two hours?" I said confused. "Well I guess not, can you pick her up while I finish this up?" He asked. "Yea, I'll be back." I said. I grabbed my phone and the keys and left. As I was driving towards the airport I started thinking, is she cute? Why is she just now moving here? Why she by herself? Where is she from? How come her brother been living here going on 9 years? How old is she? I pulled up and let him know that I was here and to tell her. A short and I mean short girl came out with at least 9 suitcases. That must have been her. I quickly helped her with all her bags into the car. She held her head down so I couldn't really get a good look at her. Once we were finished she finally looked up and there stood the most beautiful women I've ever seen. She was a short light brown skinned, grey eyed, thick as fuck, curly haired masterpeice. Her nose was the right size and her lips, them looked classy, cute, and kissable, yet they looked like they gave best head ever. Ion even think I mentioned that ass, I mean that shit is leathal. I felt an immdieate hard on looking at her. 

Kamari P.O.V.

 

He is fine as hellllllll. I mean like he is fiiiiiine! He looked to be about 6'4. Too damn tall. Since I was 4'9 he was like a giant. He kept staring at me so I flashed a smile and said "Creep!". He woke out his trance. "My bad Chere, you just fine as hell." He said making me blush. "Chere? You ain't from here?" I questioned. I used my full accent and that caught his attention. "LSU or LSUS?"he asked. "LSUS, why chu kno me?" I asked, using my full accent again. It felt so good to talk normal again. Practicing proper language was so hard. I relaxed and took full inventory of his body. Nice brown skin, almost black eyes, pink-brown lips, and amazing body. He looked fresh to death in his gray hoodie, and dark jeans. He wore black and grey frames to match. His hair was freshly twisted out with a post week haircut. Oh I knew men well. Too well. He was a quiet, but not shallow man. His monster sized dick was making a print in his jeans. Lord all mighty he was fine!! Me being the freaky person I am licked my lips and went around him. Walking towards the car my purse really did fall, so I "bent" over to get it. I hopped in the truck (Driver's seat, my name ain't daisy the fuck). He got in and looked at me with confused looks. "What, you thought you was going to drive to my house? Ion even know cho gotdang name bruh!" I said. He laughed. I put in the address on Google Maps, started up the car and drove off. Pulling up at the stoplight he took a video on Snapchat. "This girl... gone tell me I can't drive to her house and she don't even know where

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