Broken Strings by elmokilledcookie (i have read the book a hundred times .TXT) 📕

Nevaeh's P.O.V.
Life doesn't frighten me at all, by Maya Angelou
Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn't frighten me at all

Bad dogs barking loud
Big ghosts in a cloud
Life doesn't frighten me at all

Mean old Mother Goose
Lions on the loose
They don't frighten me at all

Dragons breathing flame
On my counterpane
That doesn't frighten me at all.

I go boo
Make them shoo
I make fun
Way they run
I won't cry
So they fly
I just smile
They go wild

Life doesn't frighten me at all.

Tough guys fight
All alone at night
Life doesn't frighten me at all.

Panthers in the park
Strangers in the dark
No, they don't frighten me at all.

That new classroom where
Boys all pull my hair
(Kissy little girls
With their hair in curls)
They don't frighten me at all.

Don't show me frogs and snakes
And listen for my scream,
If I'm afraid at all
It's only in my dreams.

I've got a magic charm
That I keep up my sleeve
I can walk the ocean floor
And never have to breathe.

Life doesn't frighten me at all
Not at all
Not at all.

Life doesn't frighten me at all.
Pay very close attention to this poem. It's key to my story. Well, I guess I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Nevaeh, 15, and lives in Oviedo, Florida. You see, since a young age I've always looked at the world a little differently than others. I've known forever to be thankful for whatever I get. I realize how fast something you care about can slip away so quickly and how something so terrible can last for a life time.The thing is knowing that has made me who I am today. It's shaped my body, mind, and spirit. It's also showed me no matter what, that life is always something I'm going to fear.

Shaylin: *yells* Nevaeh, get yo broke ugly ass down here fo' I have to get Mikel to get you and you know what that means.
I sighed and quickly came down stairs. As soon as I came into Shaylin's view her face went up to a sneer. She's ugly enough as it is and making that face doesn't really help her.
Me: Yes, Shaylin.
Shaylin: Look, here slut don't be saying my name like you tired of seeing me. I look better than you hoe.
Me: I'm not a gardening tool for the last time.
Shaylin: itch, what you talkin' 'bout? And don't e correctin' me. I know what I said.
I just stood there waiting for her to finish her little rant so I could find out what she wanted. It took her about an hour before she actually finished and by then I really didn't care what she had to say.
Shaylin: Look, some important people coming ova here to see you and me and Mikel.So get the house lookin' straight and clean yo'self up. We don't need no one sayin' we trash, exspecially these folk. You see these folk rich.
As she continued on I was trying to figure out why in the world would these people want to see me for then. Every time important people come over they always hide me away and tell me to be quiet 'unless I want somethin' bad to happen to me'. Then, I thought about it more.
Me: *whispers* Oh. no.
I just remembered what happened about two months ago what happened when "important people" came over.
(flashback)
Mikel: *shouts* Get yo' ass here bitch!
I rushed to him out of breath. He woke me up from my nap and I was pissed. I hate getting woken up when I'm not ready to.
Me: The cursing is not necessary
Even though I was pissed I should've kept my nouth shut like I know to. The next thing I knew I was on the floor with blood trickling down my forehead and pieces of glass laying next to my face. Gosh, my head is thobbing right now. It feels like in any minute my head is going to rupture into a bloody pool of brain.
Mikel: *yells* Get yo' fat ass up. *leans close to my face* You ain't dead slut.
Once I was up he contined with the unecessary names and slapped me across the face agian, except with his hand.
Mikel: Take yo' clothes off. You're gonna give me and my boys a little dance. *walks up to me and whispers in my ear* You better do a good job. These people got money and been payin' our bils around here. I swear if you don't you gonna wish I would have slit your throat and leat you bleed to death once I'm done wit' you
I shivered not at his cool breath on my skin, but at the coldness and seriousnes of his words. I stood there awhile longer just soaking in what just came out his mouth. I didn't see the look creeping upon Mikel's face until it was too late and I was against the wall with Mikel yanking my pants and underwear off with no escape for me. I tried to fight him off, but it was no use. It never was. Once he had me naked - with me stil pinned against the wall - he grabbed my right breast hard causing me to whimper.
Mikel: Look, if you do a good job, I might leave you alone tonight.
I had a glimpse of hope then. ( I didn't realize to later on that hope shouldn't be in my vocabulary because it will never be there for me.) Five men walked into the room thirty minutes later. Mikel greeted them all friendly. He then turned on the stereo in the corner and glared at me. I knew what that meant. As soon as they sat down I began. [to be continued]
As I was twirling my hips viciously to the song Wet the Bed by Chris Brown I felt hands creep upon my body and grab my behind. I froze. Mikel told me nothing about touching.
Then I heard a growl erupt within the room and look to see where it came from. It was Mikel and a few of the other men angry that I had stopped I guess. The look Mikel gave me made me feel that at any moment he could pull out a gun and fire it right through my forehead.
So I continued and began feeling many hands grope parts of my body that was making me feel very uncomfortable by the milisecond. Then one of the men whispered something in my ear.
Man1: *whispers* You wanna have a lil fun?
I shook my hand no and felt a hand squeeze my breast hard causing me to groan.
Me: Look, I'm just here to dance, nothing else.
Mikel: *shouts* And who told you that? Bitch, you do what I say. You hear?
I know Mikel was being dead serious, then, I was on the floor and being kissed on almost every part of my body. I'm struggling, but it's no use. How come every time I really need some strength in me to pop out of nowhere or something in never seem to be there? It's never there period for me. Anyway, let's end this. I was raped. After I scrubbed my skin until it began to bleed, I began crying my self to sleep. I'm not crying because I'm mad about what happened to me, but because I was literally in so much pain that it made tears come from my eyes. (end of flashback)

Once Shaylin had told me to get something nice on. I immediately knew what I was going to put on. It's certainly not my first choice if I had to meet some important people, but it's the best I got. I'm the type of girl that loves to where gym shorts, jeans, t-shirts, and tank tops. Anyway, I ended up puting on my one and only dress that is orange and grey.

Shaylin: *sweetly* Can you please come here Nevaeh. Company is here.
Well, dang, then. These people must be VERY important. Shaylin acting like she got manners as if she's proper.I strolled into the living and gasped - for three reasons. First, the people that were in our living room looked like them rich folk you being seeing on the television screen, like them people know Prince William or something. Second, thing I noticed was that the man who came was one of the same exact people that raped me two months ago. When he layed his eyes on me I saw them fill up with lust. Internaly I shivered and released my gaze from his. Thirdly, I just saw the finest boy in my house. He was dressed in a grey suit, had a brush cut and an earring.

Kentavious' P.O.V.
My parents just brought me to this run downed, old, abondon nieghborhood to meet my future wife. She better ne fine as hell, got me marrying this hood rat. When we finally walked into their apartment it was as dirty as I thought. The parents of this girl greeted us and no offense, but they ugly as hell. Oh, hell naw. What my people done got me into? Then, she walked into the room. [to be continued]
I just saw the finest honey in my life right now. Man, she got this long black hair that reach her ass, some nice thick thighs, big as titties, nice smooth, long legs. She looked like a way finer version of Kim Kardashian when she was younger. She came in wearing this -


She seemed kind of worried about