The beginning
“Hey ur name is Mahala right?” This cute white boy came to me and said I turned around to see a five-foot eleven pale green eyes almost straight nose pearly white teeth and over all athletic body “um yeah mahala green” with a red cup that was forced in my hand by one of the older girls I came with I sipped on and tried not to make an ugly face “oh well I’m Conner, conner stone well im the one whom threw this party but I could not help but notice that I’ve never seen u here?” He looked at me with questioning eyes “um yeah I’m not from around here I’m from North Carolina, that’s prob why but it’s nice to meet you Conner “ he looked at my cup and so did I I didn’t know that I had already drunken half of it “let me get you another drink” I told him that I would like to finish this one and I continued talking we danced a little. I can’t remember the last time I had fun like this I envisioned my dad and me dancing around the living happy while my mom recorded us and she was smiling and laughing but now that was gone my dad is dead my mom hates and blames me for everything. I stopped thinking about that and started taking a drug I didn’t know what it was but it made me feel high and made the pain go away for awhile that’s all I wanted was for the pain to stop I felt hands grope me I didn’t care who was but I had a feeling that it was Conner “let’s go upstairs what do you say huh?” I push him away and sloppily say no and try to walk away he grabs my hand and drags me up stairs I stumble but he doesn’t seem to care he drags me to what I believe was his room tore my clothes off I was going in and out of consciousness but I still had the strength to push him away and yell no he held me down I looked down and seen that I didn’t have any panties on or pants when did he take them off? He unzips his pants and takes out his pulsing length he rammed him self inside of me I screamed in pain he roughly pounding into me and not in the good way it hurts that’s all I could think I scratched ,punched ,kicked, screamed ,cried begged him to stop but he didn’t till he was finished using me I had already passed out from pain and exhaustion I woke up with blood in between my legs and a raging hangover I cried even more as I put my clothes back on and ran to my house as soon as I made it through the door I was slapped by my step father “where were you?!you were whoring around weren’t you just like your mother” I screamed no “well since you want to be a whore I will treat you like one” NO I screamed but he didn’t stop. but luckily he was drunk I hit him where the sun don’t shine and ran upstairs to my room knowing later I would have to deal with the consequences I went to sleep my only escape from this horrible life that I am forced to live in
I woke a few hours later to a slap on my face and getting dragged out of the bed it was my mother probably mad that I hit her so called husband “you BITCH HOW DARE YOU HIT MY HUSBAND YOUR FATHER!!!!!!” That right there made me lash out no one could replace the loving father that I once had I screamed back at her “HE IS NOT NOR WILL EVER BE. MY FATHER “ I screamed she seemed to not like that I said that she continued. To drag me across the floors making sure to kick me as hard as she with her feet and hands but made sure to stay away from my face they knew if I got token away they would lose they’re checks every month and lose housing after she was done beating me I got up and made them some food after they were done I cleaned up and snuck what I could up to my room they hated when I ate they’re food took some pain pills and went to bed I had the night mare of what happened the night before which was to be expected I woke up in sweat and tears I went to the mirror and looked it despite not it eating very much I still had thick thighs and a big jiggly butt I had size 36 double D tits that were pierced don’t ask how I igot them I honestly don’t remember I was drunk and it was 4months after my dad had died I had little to no belly you could see my rib cage and the dark bruises that weres starting to form my frizzy dark hair stuck up every where my nose was pierced so we’re the piercings up and. Down my ear I also have a belly button piercing I am mocha brown with a tattoo on my rib cage and one on my thigh I’m only 16. But wen your parents don’t care about anything you do unless it pertains to them they don’t notice these things plus my mom was still grieving so she didn’t care my green and gray eyes yeah ones green the other it gray its rare I forgot what condition it’s called but I have it my big brown lips I hated I criticized every single part of my body especially the light colored stretch marks on my sides Of my thighs I put my glasses on put a bra on and put a t shirt and sweater on and some jeans I still sore between my legs from what happened I pull my hair into a bun and head to school I have allA’s despite drinking doing drugs that I gave. Told myself that I’m no longer going to do that I ran to school leaving my dreadful house walking through the school I keep my head down throughout the day. I go to work soon after working at the diner I get home by. 11:00 that night luckily jack (stepfather) is passed out drunk on the couch and my mom is at work working the night shift she won’t be back till early morning I do my regular routine plus some ointment I bought I put the ointment on My wounds that’s how the rest of my year went I finished high top of my class with multiple college offers but I wanted to be far away from this place this evil place I chose stonewall university which is in Connecticut. from the saved up cash to pay for the airplane ride and tuition the next week after my graduation I was on a flight to Connecticut I didn’t tell my mom or jack I just left with necessities and some left over cash for myself time for new beginnings I made sure to get tested after that for any STDS after the incident.I move into my dorm room I put my clothes and necessities on my bed so I could put it up later on. I went to orientation and walked around the school to find things out I come back to the dorm room after an hour and thirty minutes to find that my clothes and things were not on my bed it was on the i went to the bed that my things were on and started sorting through them if my room mate moved them then we would talk about it later . After awhile my new room mate came into the room laughing with a boy he was cute fair skinned dark green eyes blonde hair cropped on the sides longer on top lean body prob a football player my roommate had pink hair and dark brown eyes she was slimmer really petite she was pretty I felt my self comparing my body to her she had a slim face a small pointed nose she was over all like i said pretty she was wearing a flannel red and black skirt and crop top with spiky boots they were black combat boots I like them “hey did u hear me” snapping me out of my thoughts
Guess I spaced out again “huh? Sorry what did u say?” “I said my name is molly holster and I’m a senior I was kinda. Bummed to have to be paired with a freshman but hey why not oh and this is my friend Wyatt , Wyatt this is?” I replied “oh um Mahala, Mahala green” I reach for his hand and shake it but his hand lingered for a little too long he stared intently into my eyes as if assessing me I wonder why…….
