"Time to get up sweetheart. We're moving."

I was awaken by cold water being thrown on me. I gasp, jumping out of my sleep. I hold my chest, trying to calm my breathing. I look around finally making eye contact with the devil. I shudder, staring into the evil eyes of Peter.

"M-moving?" I asked, looking around the half empty basement.

"Yes m-moving." He mocked. "The police got another tip that a little miss someone is being a little too loud. So therefore we have to move."

"Move where?" I asked, already thinking of my plan to escape.

"No where near that nigga, so let's go. Hurry up and move." He snapped.

I kept my mouth shut, tearing my eyes away from him. I looked at the windows and noticed they were all boarded up.

I slowly got off the floor, watching Peter in my peripheral. I winced as I finally stood on my feet.

My entire body ached from the beatings I was constantly receiving. Ever blow from those men ruined my body. I had bruises all over, some worse than others. I had a big gash on my cheek from one of the men making contact with his ring. I didn't realize the cut right away because other parts of my body was in so much pain. I woke up the next day and my face was swollen on the right side and when I crawled over to the cracked mirror looking back at my reflection, I noticed a huge gash on my face.

Once Peter saw it, he just smiled and told me to act right.

"Hurry before I use force."

I nodded, trying my best to hurry. I was limping on one leg because one of the guys from the attack crushed my leg with his big foot. Peter told me to just walk it off because he wasn't going to get me a doctor to examine me.

Once I made it to Peter, he grabbed the back of my head and brung my face closer to his.

"If you try anything, I will not hesitate to put a bullet in you. I'm not for any games right now. Do I make myself clear?" He threatened.

I gulped, "Y-yes."

"Good, now move."

I tried my best to limp past him as fast as I could, but I was in excruciating pain. Every step I took, I winced in pain.

Finally making it up the stairs, everyone was scattered everywhere. It was men packaging up their drugs, guns, and money. They were all in the kitchen and dining room making sure everything was sealed and stuffed in oversized boxes.

"Boss, what did you want us to do with the other girls?"

"Throw then in a van and drive up to Chicago. My connections only go so far, you know. I would say Michigan, but them niggas stay on the news and I don't need any type of exposure."

"Chiraq it is then." He said, walking away from Peter.

Peter sighed, looking down at me. His cold eyes pierced through my flesh, making me look away "Angel, come here."

She walked over, giving him a very sloppy kiss. Even though I wasn't looking, that nasty kiss was still heard.

"Yes daddy?"

"Take Sarah and get her fixed. Don told me the police been circling and patrolling the area. We don't need her to come out the house looking like a murder scene."

"Yes baby. Let's go, Sarah."

As she went to grab me, I pulled my arm back, limping away from her. This chick was a devil and I didn't like being around her when it's just us.

"Scared to be alone with me?" She laughed.

"I-I can't. P-Peter please get her away f-from me." I stuttered.

I was getting scared to the point where I felt like I was blacking out again.

"Sarah–"

I slapped his hands away from me, backing into a corner. "Don't touch me!"

She's gonna feel on you again.

I looked around and saw everyone coming towards me.

"Sarah." Peter called out.

They're trying to kill you today. Why do you think everyone is leaving?

"Get away from me! I-I'll–" I looked around before grabbing a kitchen knife. "Kill all of you."

"Baby, just calm down." Angel said.

A few men launched at me putting me in a chokehold. The knife quickly fell from my fingers as I try to pull their arm from my throat.

"I can't breathe." I said, gasping for air.

Fight back, Sarah.

I could feel myself getting weak, my body was slowly falling limp, but it was like something turned me back on and I was filled up with energy.

I threw my head back, hitting the man in his nose. He let me go, stumbling back to care for his nose.

Taking my attention to the other men holding me. After the first punch connected, kicks, punches, and slaps were being handed out to everyone.

My attention was quickly turned to Angel. It was like a battery was put in my back. I thought about what she did to me and I fought back. Making sure she felt nothing but pain, as I did.

I was leaving today. No matter what happens. Even if I have to die, at least I'll be free.

I was in mid swing when I was pulled off her by Peter. I looked around and noticed all the men were standing watching me in shock that I was fighting back.

"What did I say?"

"I hate you." I said, staring into his eyes. "I hate you. I hate you."

Each time I said it, I got louder and as I got louder, I got angrier. He chuckled, before grabbing a hold of my throat.

"You don't hate me. Don't say that, baby."

He began to squeeze down on my neck. I gasp for air, slowly losing my life in his hands.

"You hate me, Sarah?" He asked as my eyes rolled in the back of my head. "Since you hate me, ima make sure I dispose of your body good, you dumb bitch."

Squeezing down even harder in my throat, tears slipped from my eyes.

I'm not making it out of here.

Fight back, Sarah.

I lifted my knee up, kneeing him in his private area. He lets me go, tending to my wounded private parts.

I dodged everyone, running to the front door. Noticing it was locked, I turned around and saw the entire house, except Peter coming after me. I quickly dashed to the upstairs, wincing at the pain in my leg.

As broken as I may be, I was making sure I was gonna leave today.

Going into the room I once stayed in, I shut the door, locking it and also putting a chair under it. Walking back from the door, I watched the door wiggle and jiggle as people banged and pulled at it.

I took my attention off the door and onto the half boarded up windows. I look at the floor and a hammer and long nails. Picking up the hammer, I banged at the window trying to break the glass and the wood.

"Sarah, open the door."

I jumped as Peter's loud kick connected with the door.

Pulling the first wood off, I had two more to go. Working on the second one, the tension was rising and I could feel my body get hot.

Was I going to be free today?

I finally break the wood in half, but I couldn't get it off the window. I turned around as the chair went flying across the room. Before I could react, Peter grabbed me, throwing me on the floor.

"You really think you can leave me?"

He picked me up throwing me to the wall. I slip, falling to my knees. Throwing a hard punch to my face, Peter laughed, watching me cry out in pain.

"Get up. You wanted to fight back, so get up."

Scooting away from him, I wiped my bloody nose with the back of my hand.

Get up.

"Do you really think I would let yo dumb ass leave me. You gone have to die, my nigga in order to leave me."

"What did I do to you?" I asked.

He chuckled, stalking towards me. "You gave me the best pussy in the world. And when I fell in love, you fell for another nigga."

Looking to my right, I see the same chair that was holding up the door. Crawling over to it, I leaned on it, trying to find the strength to pick it up.

"You're right, I fell for someone else, but it was after you showed me your true colors. You showed me how ugly you are and can be."

"True colors? No, baby I was always like this. You were just to fucking dumb to see me for who I was."

"I hate you." I whispered, grabbing one of the legs of the chair.

"Get up!" He yelled.

Getting up from my position, I grabbed the chair, smacking him in the face with it. As the chair connected, he stumbled away from the window, giving me room to make a b-line towards the broken up window.

Getting one of my legs over the frame, I was grabbed again but this time by Raymond.

Looking deep into my eyes, he whispered to me. "I'm sawry." Before pushing me out the window.

Once my back made contact with the ground, I stopped moving. Falling from a two story window knock the wind and energy out of me.

I was going in and out of consciousness. I'm shocked as messed up as I am, this fall didn't kill me.

My breathing was choppy and my body ached. If I could stay here, I definitely would.

"Get that bitch! Now!" Hearing that, I suddenly found the energy and rolled over on my stomach.

Hurry!

I took off, ignoring the pain I had everywhere on my body. Limping down the streets, I thought of Christian, August, and even Simon.

I had to make it back home to them.

As I was limping away images and visions of my family played in my head. I saw Christian, then August, and a baby girl. I thought of when the love of my life proposed to me. How happy we were and I yearned for that blissful feeling again.

Make it home.

Before I could turn the corner, my body was pierced with multiple bullets.

One hitting my leg, the other piercing my side, and the last one shooting me right in the arm.

Falling down on my stomach, I cried out.

"Help!" I yelled or I thought I yelled.

My vision began to blur and my body began to shake.

"Somebody, please help me!" I cried.

I was laid out on a corner of a neighborhood and nobody was hearing me. I coughed, spitting out what seems to be my own blood.

"Lord, please. Just take me home. I can't–" I let out a loud cough, spitting out some more of my blood. I gasped, but tried to finish talking. "I can't be here anymore. Lord, just please take me."

The pain I was feeling made me feel handicapped. I felt like I was unable to move. Twitching a finger put me in excruciating pain.

I gagged, spitting out more blood. "Have mercy upon me, O God, according to thy lovingkindness: according unto the multitude of thy tender mercies blot out my transgressions. Wash me throughly from mine iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin. For I acknowledge my transgressions: and my sin is ever before me. Against thee, thee only, have I sinned, and done this evil in thy sight: that thou mightest be justified when thou speakest, and be clear when thou judgest. Lord Jesus, I repent."

As the tears ran down my face, my eyes began to get heavy and my blood ran cold.

Struggling to keep my eyes open, I just closed them. I allowed the darkness to consume me as I muttered my last words. "Take me home, Lord."

I was gone.

(Tell me why my boyfriend just got back from California, he's a little fine Marine 🥵🥰, right. So I see him earlier last month and yesterday, right and obviously we did what we did 🍑🍆... this little whore keep trying to get me pregnant. 🤦🏾‍♀️ Somebody get himmmmm 😩💯)