Broken by Ronnea Stiles (top rated ebook readers TXT) 📖

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"Believe me I really do it's just it's not right".
"I thought you would want it in return from all the stuff you've done for me".
"Queen you don't owe me anything I just honestly wanted to help you...you shouldn't feel like you have to pay me in sex...you're really worth more than that".
She stared at me for a small second then got up and rubbed her hands through her head.
"I'll see you around".
She walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I now felt as if I was the bad guy, but I didn't want her to feel like that's what I wanted because those weren't my intentions at all. So without hesitation I left the room. CHAPTER NINE

 ~Queen~

 

I sat there on my bed feeling real dumb. I just couldn't believe James had left me there without wanting to touch me. I didn't know what his problem was but I didn't like it. I walked back into the bathroom and started to run my fingers along the roots of my hair. I had dark hair with loose z like curls. I needed to find a job today and I also wanted to stop by home to pick up some clothes. So I started to get dress and put on the clothes James sister let me have.
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I wandered around the streets as people looked at me. I kept walking down the dusty dirt road until I approached my beat down one story house. It had holes on the outside of the house and the grass was a yellowish green. There were no leaves on any of the four old trees outside my house. I was hesitant to walk in. I didn't want to encounter another beating from my father but I had to get some clothes. Before I walked in I took a long deep breath and put the 200 dollars in my bra. I then start to walk slowly to the front door. As I walked I wondered did my old man miss me or even think to himself that I maybe hurt? I sighed and opened the screen door the front door was unlocked. As I walked in the wooden floor made a screeching sound.
"Dad it's me...Queen"
But I didn't get a response. So I started for my room. I walked into my small green room which was my favorite place to be. After all those beatings I'd go right into my room and sit on my small twin sized bed and think what I did to make him so angry at me. I didn't have time for that now though I had to hurry and get my bag and clothes before my father came. I opened up my drawers and stuffed as many clothes and shoes in my blue duffle bag as possible, I hurried and ransacked everything until I found everything I needed. That's when all of a sudden I heard his voice. My heart start to race to the sound of his voice sounding like horses on a track it was beating so loud I thought it would beat out of my chest. I had to think and act fast so I grabbed my pocket knife that was hidden under my pillow I kept with me ever since my mama died. I started to slowly proceed toward the hall with the knife in my right hand behind my back.
"Queen?"
My dad had found me. He was 6'9 and weighed almost 300 pounds. He wasn't fat though my dad was very muscular. He was dark chocolate with rough curly hair.
"Daddy".
"Where you been? I been looking all over for you".
"I found a new place to stay".
I lied but I knew I couldn't stay here. I could tell my dad was sober because he wasn't angry in fact he looked very sad at me. He usually beats me only when he's been drinking.
"Where at?"
"A better place...I just can't live here no more daddy".
"Why baby girl?"
I didn't know what to say. He walked over to me and pulled me into his embrace. I slowly put the knife into my duffel bag. He kissed me on my forehead and held me tight. I remember when there use to be times I loved my dad's big bear hugs but now I hate them.
"I don't want you to leave baby girl."
"I know daddy but I got to go".
He let me go and solemnly looked at me.
"Did I hurt you again?"
I hate that my dad could just forget what he's done to me so fast. His beatings were like scars they were on my body and in my head I couldn't forget a thing.
"No daddy...I just have to go".
My dad shook his head like he understood. He walked over to me once again and gently kissed me on my lips. I moved my face away in shame then walked out the house.

CHAPTER TEN

 ~James~

 

Church had finally ended and everyone started to fellowship. I walked around trying to find my parents, in reality I really wanted to see Queen here, I wanted her to know I was sorry. As I walked I accidentally bumped into Sylvia. Her bible had fallen down, she bent over to pick it up I couldn't help but stare at her ass. It looked nice and round in that tight fitted knit skirt she had on. She got up and smiled at me. Sylvia had a beautiful smile, overall she was just a beautiful girl.
"I'm sorry bout your bible".
"Don't apologize to me...apologize to him".
She pointed her index finger towards the ceiling. We both chuckled.
"I will most certainly make note of that".
"Good...today's lesson about keeping hope in God was wonderful...I wish my father was as good as yours".
"Well...I'm sure he is".
She gave me a slant smile then fixed her long hair.
"We should maybe go out sometime".
I gave her a weird look.
"To discuss about the upcoming play of course, duhh!"
"Ohhhh yea! You're right...the play".
She giggled at me a little. That's when her parents called for her to leave.
"Well I bests get going now...so I'll call you later tonight".
"Great and I'll answer".
I smiled brightly at her as I watched her walk over to her parents.
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We closed up church, now only my father, mother, sister, and me all sat down in the church. My sister Caroline started to speak.
"I knew that girl wasn't gonna show up...she was probably just some sneaky girl who was good for getting money out of people".
"Caroline Shutup! You don't know anything".
Everyone stared back at me with a stunned look on their faces.
"Oh well excuse me I'm sorry James for talking about yo lil thieving girlfriend".
She snickered. I rolled my eyes now angry.
"Well I just hope the girl enjoys that 200 dollars I gave her".
My father kept quiet and I wondered why.
"She promised me she will come to church...mom this girl really needs help".
"Hunny I can't give her help if she doesn't want it".
"Why are you so interested with that girl?"
I looked over at Caroline.
"I'm just trying to do Gods will and get her closer to him".
That's when my father then interrupted me.
"That's good son I love hearing that from you but it's like your mother said if she doesn't want to receive help then we can't give it to her...all you need to worry about is playing football and staying close to God yourself."
"Dad it's the summer I don't need to trip off football".
"How do you expect to be the best if you don't practice?"
I hated when my father spoke about football like that, always wanting me to be the best and for me to be perfect. If I ever looked average on the field or wanted to look average he gets mad. I couldn't deal with my father, I'm tired of him telling me what to do, I didn't even like football but I played it so much I just became great at it. Now my father wants me to become an NFL player, something I think he wanted to do but couldn't. Only thing is that path just wasn't for me, my dad was a good man but that was only when it came to The Lord he honored and praised but he never came to realize how much he thought anything I did wasn't right, and today I just didn't have time to hear him criticize me about my actions. I got up and started putting my jacket on.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"I'm leaving dad...I don't have time for this".
Before he could even put the words to say "Get back here" together I had already walked off.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

 ~Queen~

 

My summer wasn't going as planned but then again nothing ever did. It was about midnight now and I still wandered the streets with only 50 dollars left in my pocket. I still needed to buy more clothes and shoes on top of that for the last two weeks I've had to find new places to live, but now I couldn't afford to go to another hotel I seriously needed to save my money. It was pitch dark and I was walking with one huge suitcase in my right hand. I placed my left hand in my pocket, and let the cool summer breeze flow enjoying the wind I spotted a small ranch style diner called BURGER&FRIES DINER. I needed to find a job immediately so I walked in. Instantly as I walked in people looked in my direction and started to stare at me. It only held a few tables and mostly white people where around. I watched people indulge in their burgers and chew their fries like it was freshly made delicious gourmet food. That's when a blonde haired man walked up to me.
"You looking for something girl?"
"Yea is this place hiring?"
He looked around the diner and then said "This