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AN: I hope you enjoy this chapter.
CHAPTER TWO
Nina shot up in her bed when she heard a loud crash resonate from downstairs. She blinked her eyes several times, looking at her surroundings. She was on her bed in her bedroom like any other day. Laying back down on the silk sheets, her sleep fogged mind began to clear, She shot up again as memories from last night resurfaced.
A man had grabbed her from behind and pulled her into an alley. He had knocked her out so she couldn't fight him. He had tried to rape her.
But something stopped him. More like someone. They had saved her. The last thing she could remember was her savior saying," You're safe now. I've got you, baby."
They had called her baby. She did not understand why they did that or why the thought gave her shivers. Nina did have much time to ponder about it because Malcolm was calling for her.
"Nina," her step-father called from downstairs," get down here you little shit."
Nina catapulted out of bed, noting that she was wearing a black silk nightgown, and ran downstairs to the kitchen. Her blood ran cold at the sight that greeted her. Malcolm was sitting at the table with Melody, her step-sister, his expression murderous.
Shivering in fear underneath his gaze, Nina addressed him in a whisper," Yes, sir?"
Malcolm's eyes narrowed and his teeth clenched in what appeared to be rage. In a low voice, he said," Our dinner was supposed to be served to us five minutes ago at seven pm on the dot."
Nina gasped in shock and looked over to the clock in the corner. The time it read was six minutes past seven. I slept that late. She couldn't believe it. She never slept past seven am, and that was on a good day.
The sound of a throat clearing brought her from her thoughts. Looking back at Malcolm, Nina saw him staring at her with pure aggravation clearly written on his face. Slipping back into her quiet and respective voice, she asked him," What would you like for dinner tonight, sir?"
Malcolm tapped his fingers on the table with a look of deep thought on his face. After a few long moments of him contemplating, he finally said with a voice full of false glee," I think Chinese would be nice."
He looked over to Melody and asked in a soft voice," Is that alright with you, sweet pea?"
Melody smiled sweetly and replied," Yes. Thank you, Daddy."
Nina watched the scene with longing. The only person that had ever truly cared for her was her Grandma Elaine. She had died when Nina was nine and her mother, Maya, not even a year later. Malcolm treated her like his own personal slave. Making her clean his house, make his meals every night, and taking every beating with a silent tongue while Melody turned a blind eye.
Turning away from them, Nina began to walk toward the stairs so she could change and leave.
"Where do you think you are going?"
Nina turned around and said with a roll of her eyes," I need to change so I can go get your dinner, Malcolm."
He shot out of his seat and stormed over to where she stood. Before she even realized what was happening, his hand shot out and slammed against the left side of her face, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing in the silence. Nina tasted blood in her mouth but kept it shut, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing her pain.
Through clenched teeth, he spat in a voice dripping with venom," Show me respect. Now I want you to go upstairs, get changed, and go get Melody and my dinner."
Nina nodded and fled to her room, heading straight to her closet. There was a large ball of clothing gathered on the floor and she began to dig through it. Throwing a horrible piece of clothing after another over her shoulder. Nina rarely ever left the house, but when she did she wanted to look good.
After about half of her wardrobe had been thrown over her shoulder, she finally found the ideal outfit hid in a corner.
A white, transparent off the shoulder top, paired with small black shorts, and a pair of black strappy sandals. Moving to her mirror, she sat down and thickly outlined her large doe like violet eyes with her favorite black eyeliner. Her lips were a deep ruby red without the lipstick. After dragging a tortoise shell brush through her snow-white hair, she looked herself over in the mirror. She gave herself a thumbs up and turned away from her reflection.
Before heading out her door, she went over to her cherry wood dresser and got down onto the floor. Rolling onto her stomach, she reached a hand into the shadowed darkness of the dresser underbelly. Her hand searched through the darkness until it came to a small bump in the wood. Victory.
With a smile stamped onto her face, she found the small string connected with the bump and pulled. A small thump resounded. Nina wrapped the small object in her palm and pulled her arm out from under the dresser. Looking down at her hand, she opened her palm. A small intricately carved ebony carved box was lying there. It was one of the few things her grandma had left her.
Lifting up the lid, Nina peered inside and was greeted by her life savings. She had learned from a very early age that Malcolm did not care if she starved. He never bought her meals. She had started doing odd jobs, looking anywhere for employment. Her last job had fired her when she didn't show up for work when they wanted her to. She couldn't show up. Her right arm had been broken along with at least six broken ribs. All caused by Malcolm's evil rage. Her boss had called her the next day and fired her, not giving a damn about her situation. Uncaring assholes. That's all they ever where to her.
Her grandma, Elaine, knew her problems and left her enough money to last her a lifetime of used properly when she died.
The grandfather clock ringing downstairs drew her from her thoughts. Grabbing a ten out of the large stack, she placed the small box back into the hidey hole she had made into the wood. After making sure it was secure, Nina began her way down the stairs, following the sounds of the wresting match in the living room. Malcolm lay sprawled on the couch watching the match with sadistic amusement. Looking down at the floor, Nina asked quietly," Can I have the money for your dinner?"
He threw a twenty at her over his shoulder, not even looking at her as he did so. The wrinkled bill landed at her feet. She bent down to get it and, without another word, turned and began to walk toward the door. She stopped when she heard him say in a lethal tone," Be back in thirty minutes."
He did not say the rest but Nina could fill in the blanks. Be back in thirty minutes or else.
Nina nodded in response and began to walk through the front door and shut it behind her. It was dark outside by the time she made it to the boardwalk. Riding around the swarms of people, Nina spotted a place to park beside some other bikes. People parted for her bike, some staring at it in envy others staring at her legs that were on display. Her bike slid to a stop in the spot. She sat there for a moment, trying to ward away the slight chill that was in the air.
Nina slid her helmet off of her head and shook her long, light hair loose. The waves cascaded to the small of her back in natural curls. She sighed and ran a hand through it in agitation. She really did not want to do this, but Malcolm would get her if she did otherwise.
After making sure her helmet was in place, she hopped off of her baby and began to make her way to May Ling's home made Chinese food. She was about half way to the restaurant when she remembered that Malcolm's money was in her Harley's side bag. She sighed in frustration and jogged back to her Harley. Nina bent over to retrieve the money from the small pocket of her pouch when she heard a loud wolf whistle from behind her.
Straightening up, Nina prepared herself to turn around and see who was behind her. If only she knew that that small decision would change the course of her life.
AN: Review and tell me what you think.
Love, Sierra.
