Broken, Ronnea Stiles [e book free reading TXT] 📗

~Queen~

His left hand felt so large and cold as it swiftly came across my face resulting in the left side of my face hurting agonizingly. I collapsed to the floor falling out of the chair I landed hard on the hardwood floor. My hair went from bouncy curls to sweaty strands hanging from my head. I scooted back at the sound of his huge size 13 feet stomping and vibrating the ground closer and closer as he progressed towards me. He boisterously yelled, cursed, and screamed at me and swore he'd kill me and I without a doubt knew he would with no hesitation. I kept quickly scooting back more and more until there was no where else to scoot except the wooden door, I hit the back of my head on the door knob making another place that hurts. I squinted to see him still coming towards me loudly yelling , "Yell at me again you little bitch!" Automatically on instinct I responded 

"Daddy I'm sorry!"
He grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to his room. I kicked and squirmed but his hands were so powerful. "Sorry". I yelled back and forth. He didn't seem to listen or care. He picked me up and threw me on his bed. His dark face and cold pretentious eyes stared me down as he pinned me to his bed. He lifted up my long sway blue dress. I screamed.
"Shutup you little bitch!"
He smacked me hard in my face as tears rolled down my eyes. Not again I thought. As the feeling of salty tears rolled down my eyes and the feeling of his cold hands on my heated body slowly and aggressively pulling my panties down I repeatedly thought "I need to get out of here". But how? He finished pulling my panties down and started working on pulling his pants down. I could feel his hot and low breath as he was breathing rapidly. I knew he enjoyed doing this from the satisfied look on his face.
"Relax baby girl".
He whispered in my ear. He start to put his hands down my thigh, every finger of his felt like fire on my skin it burned my insides. I looked around his dark cold room sweat dripped down my forehead. I then spotted a lamp on his dresser as he kissed on my neck. I traced my fingers along the black cord. His breaths were getting louder now as he shoved himself inside of me. I screamed loud in pain before I knew it I picked up the lamp and hit it across his head hard. He screamed in an uproar stumbling back in pain from being hit with the lamp and he fell, in a panic I hurried pulled my panties up and ran out of the house as fast as I could. I ran fast as rain pondered on my skin. I didn't know where to go. I looked to my left I looked to my right but nothing, not a thing was insight. That's when I heard him calling me.
"Queen baby girl...Getcho ass back here!"
I didn't look back instead I ran faster, that's when I ran across a big church. The rain soaked my body I didn't know where to go. So I walked back to the church I passed.

 ~James~

The church sang and praised loud the whole town could hear us. I bobbed my head, stomped my feet and clapped my hands on beat to the wonderful sound of the music. The church today was crowded my old man was the bishop and I was his son. James Junior that's right that's what they called me. I kept looking around when I spotted Sylvia that girl was a doll she had big brown eyes long and pretty brown hair with smooth caramel skin. She was one of the praise dancers and the good lord knows I'm sorry but I couldn't help myself from staring at her slim body. I suddenly shook out of my dazed thoughts and remembered where I was . "Lord forgive me". I thought, I knew I shouldn't have been thinking those foul and horrendous thoughts while in the house of God but the thought of her body up against mine was vivid in the back of my mind when starring at her. Suddenly that's when the music stopped and everybody sat down "Finally". I thought, "I have time to collect myself". As we sat down my father "Bishop Jones" spoke up by the podium.
"Let the church say amen"
"Amen".
Said the church. My father was a cocky built man and my mother sat on the right side of him she was First Lady Mrs. Bishop Jones. My mother looked aimlessly and proud at my father. Everyone looked up to him and so did I. One day I hope to become as great of a bishop as my father is. Nothing more good then praising The Lord as much as I can and knowing when you die you'll get into heavens gates knowing you lived righteously that's all I wanted.
"Today we need to praise The Lord... Because I've got a testimony. My son James Jones was accepted to attend.... wait let me rephrase that he got a full ride scholarship to play football at Mizzou !"
The church people cheered loudly in triumph for me and to tell you the truth I was proud myself.
"C'mon up here son".
I confidently stood up as everyone watched and clapped their hands I walked slowly to the podium getting a feeling of exasperation from all the welcomes and praises. I smiled at everyone as they looked at me.
"Geez... I wasn't expecting my father to put me on the spot so soon".
Everyone laughed.
"But I will say it was in Gods strength and will to give me the blessing of receiving this scholarship and without God in my life I wouldn't be saying this right now..."
Before I could even finish a filthy girl walked into the church everyone gasped and looked at her. She was soaked and her face was beat up her hair was all tangled and rough looking. She looked at everyone then ran out. I don't know what or why but a weird feeling inside of me made me follow her. I chased her outside. Yelling
"Wait!"
The girl turned around. I walked up to her to notice behind all that filth she was extremely beautiful.
"What?"
"What made you leave?"
"Everyone was staring at me...what do you want?"
"I want to help you".
"Do I look like I need help?"
She asked aggravatingly.
"Yes you do".
I chuckled. She rolled her eyes and turned to walk away until I grabbed her arm.
"What?!"
"I want to help you".
"Leave me alone I don't need your charity!"
She then stomped away. I stood there watching her vanish into the night while I got soaked with Gods tears. I didn't know what it was but I was in love.

 ~Queen~

It's been two weeks since I've last seen my dad and to be completely honest I miss him I know that's really odd and strange to say but I do, I mean hey at least I got a good meal when I was with him. I was sitting down in this local run down diner waiting for someone to notice me and how I looked and would feel some type of sympathy for me to offer and buy me something to eat. I haven't had a bath and I've got on the same clothes from the night I left my dads house which was two weeks ago. The only thing that was actually clean on me was my teeth and that's only because I stole toothpaste and a toothbrush from a local store the manager saw me and kicked me out but I still kept the things I took. Right now I honestly don't know what to do the only thought that keeps coming into the back of my mind is that boy who I met at the church the chubby light skinned boy. Maybe I could go there and get some help. I know I acted like a bitch and everything but I was angry and acted on impulse knowing I needed the help. Maybe someone like him one of "Gods people" could help me out. That would be a long walk from where I am now but there's a good chance they'll help me out give me somewhere to stay so I need to go back to the church.
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Today no one seemed to be at the church the only car I saw outside in the parking lot was a truck that was silver. I started to feel stupid thinking "Maybe I should just go back home." But my old man hasn't found me all this time so I should just keep moving, but where? That's when that boy walked out of the church he looked as though he was closing up. He turned around to see me he jumped a bit as if he were startled but then a slight smile appeared on his face. I tightened my grip up in my face trying to hold a regular but discerning look as he walked over to me. It was daylight and the sun shined down on my dark skin.
"You came back I see ".
"I'd like to take you up on your offer could .....you help me?"
He looked at me weird I couldn't comprehend what he was thinking.
"If I recall correctly you said you didn't need help".
He smirked. I wasn't in the mood so I just rolled my eyes and turned to walk away but before I did he grabbed my wrist.
"Wait.... Please I was just joking...I can help you out I'm on my way home right now actually I'm sure my parents will help you there".
"I don't know..."
"Trust me please there's more creeps sitting around here just waiting to try and get you into their cars but I'm not that person okay. If you honestly want my help then get in, if you don't and want to be obstinate go back to where you came from or stay stranded waiting for one of them to catch you".
He then turned and walked away from me looking serious but sweet I looked around to see who would actually be watching I saw no one,