I never thought it would be this way at all. In this past week and a half, my life had turned around drastically, yet here and now, here I stand, my arms being crushed behind my back. The freshly made cuts on them burning, as this black man held onto me, he smelled like whiskey, leather, and smoke, his hands rough like the other man's who dragged me from by bed, away from the razor I left laying on my pillow. I watched in horror as the red leathered arm of my flame, the familiar figure that had grazed my vision these past few days, shot straight out, his fingers curled around the black gun. He spoke up, his deep voice making shivers go down my bare body as I was only in my black laced panty and bra set. "She's beautiful Hume. Black hair, that I'm gonna be pullin, large breast that will fill the hands I kill your bitch with. Smooth skin to touch and rub along, beautiful smooth legs that will be wrapped around me, while I fill her. "
My whole body shook, he can't do that to me, he will not be the man, better yet the monster that touches me first. I shook my head tears filling my eyes, my lip started quivering, my whole body violently began to shake. I "Remember that now, get that through ya fuckin skull!" I cried out for my fourteen-year-old baby brother lying on the floor in front of me, and my Mom across from him. Her eyes going back and forth between him and me.
Her eyes were welded with tears, her face covered with fright, her eyes locked with mine. I saw his bearded and scared face scrunch up and twist, before he raised his gun in a defying demeanor to my brother who shouted out. I looked to my left; everything seemed to happen in slow motion. My dad his eyes locked only on my mother's, her frantic calls of "no!" And her frantic shouting. Luke was shouting "No!" I heard him yell to me, as did my mother. "Kassia." My eyes welded with tears I tried to move being knocked in my stomach, as I could no longer move or breathe.
I heard a click, and he pointed the gun straight at Luke's head. "No, Luke!" I shouted, with my mom's calls. "No!" I screamed out, my sharp shrill sounds piercing the night air, as the sound of the bullets collided with my scream. I felt like I was out of my body, watching this from some horror movie, through a window, a window of some else's life. Though this was my life, this was happening to me. I stared in horror heart pumping, stomach turning, hands clenched, hot tears spilling down my warm cheeks, I knew it was about to begin!