RECAP:

"How'd you know I was here?" I ask him.

"I had man follow you." he says.

"Follow me?"

"Yeah." he replies casually.

"Why?"

"Cos I wanted to make sure you got home safe." he says. I look at him shocked.

"Really?" I ask.

"Yeah." he chuckles. I smile at him.

"Aight, see you later..." I look at the white boy, waiting for him to give me his name.

"Jake." he answers.

"Jake. Uh- typical." I add.

"What?" he asks.

"Your name's Jake. Typical white boy name." I laugh.

"Lol, I know." he laughs. "I'm not even white though, I'm Turkish." he laughed again.

"Well bye Shanae." he says. I wave at him while walking with Reuben to his Audi.

I walk away from the car and Reuben gently grabs my wrist. I turn around.

"What, you're not coming with me?" he asks. I shake my head.

"I'm going home."

"Yeah, I'll drop you." he says. I nod and get in.

The drive was relatively silent but Reuben kept on taking little peeks at me and it looked like he wanted to say something. We pull up to my house and I face him.

"What is it you want to say?" I ask him. He sighs.

"Was it your brothers that told you to tell me you're pregnant or did you come on your own accord?"

"Own. I just didn't tell you as soon as I found out because I just didn't tell you before cos you were scaring me and I didn't want you to do something you would regret." I answer.

"I was scaring you?" he asks. I nod.

"You're very scary when you're angry. Intimidating." I answer. He stays silent for a while.

"Sorry about that." he says. I nod. "You know I'd never hurt you right?" he says. I don't respond. "Shanae?"

"I-I don't know." I whisper, looking down. He reaches over and gently strokes my cheek. I smile and raise my head.

"I won't ever hurt you again babe. I'll never rape you again. I promise." he says. We kiss for a few seconds and I say bye and jump out the car. "Look after my baby!" he yells out the window smiling. I laugh and wave at him as he drives off, way over the speed limit. I put my keys to the door and walk into the house.

I head straight to my room. I take off my air forces and socks and then jump onto the bed. I stare at the ceiling thinking about Reuben.

"If she ain't fucking, she got to go (yeah)

Tell her don't waste my time.

Police wanna stop me, search my clothes (word)

Tell em don't waste my time.

If it ain't money, I ain't involved (nah)

Tell em don't waste my time

Wasteman waffling down my phone  (true)

Tell em-" I pick up my phone.

"Hello?"

"Love you!" says Reuben. I laugh. "Oh, and I know you were thinking about me." he says. I stop laughing and he bursts out laughing. We exchange our byes and love you's before cutting off. I stand up and walk to my wardrobe. I stare at myself in the full length mirror. I lift up my top slightly and stare at my stomach. I turn sideways and stare. A smile crept on my face but faltered slightly. I was happy. I was having a child in the next 8 months. But then again, I am only 15. And yeah, I didn't have sex, but like, doesn't that tell you something?

END OF RECAP

 I wake up, but I don't even remember falling asleep. I lie in bed, contemplating whether I should go to school or not. Finally, I decide I will go. Yep. That's right. Imma go school today. I'm sbout to brave the storm. I get out of bed and look at the time on my phone. I have 2 and a half hours to get to school. I put my phone in charge and make my way to the bathroom. I shower and all that good stuff, you know.  I dress up and go downstairs. I make my breakfast, ate it, went back upstairs, took my phone out charge, took all my school stuff and made my way to school.

As I was walking down to the bus stop, I saw that white boy-oh Jake. He spotted me too, and came across the road to me.

"Hi." he smiled.

"Hello." I say quietly.

"You alright?"

"Yeah."

"You sure?"

"Yeah man."

"After what happened yesterday? You're alright?"

"Yes, yes yes, I'm fine thanks Jake." he sighs and nods. "Why does it seem like you care?"

"Iiii don't know." he stutters. I nod. We reach the bus stop and carry on talking. He's so cool man! I learnt that he listens to a wide range of music. He has 2 little sisters; Amy and Chloe. Amy is 13 and Chloe is 6. He lives with his mum, Stephie and the sisters. His dad bailed out on them when Stephie was pregnant with Chloe. His dad ended up getting arrested and put in jail for rape and sexual assault. "So that's why I care. I want to at least prevent anyone from going through what my dad put women through. He's a dickhead for doing that, no lie." he added. I just nod. "But anyway, check you out! Murder's girl and ting!" he exclaimed. I laugh.

"What!?"

"Little cute Shanae-nae is messing around with Murder."

"Messing around?" I ask.

"Yeah! You know...doin' the ting."

"What thing?" I ask. Jake looks at me wide eyed.

"The ting, the ting man!" he exclaims. Once he realises I still don't understand, he continues. "The- you lot fucking!" he exclaims. I gasp in horror.

"No! We most certainly aren't doing that! I can't believe you would even- I can't- no!" I exclaim. Jake laughs at my reaction. He suddenly straightens his face.

"Wait what?" he says.

"'Wait what' what?" I ask. I smile and laugh, realising how funny that sounded.

"You're pregnant aren't you?" he asks. My smile fades immediately. How in THE FUCK, does he know about that!? Ughhhh, I don't want to lie to him, but I don't want to tell him.

"Pregnant?" I ask.

"Yeah." he nods.

"Who told you that?"

"No one. Everyone's been talking sbout it." he answers. My eyes widen.

"Everyone!?"

"Well, no. Not everyone. But bare people in DDK have been talking about it." My eyes widen.

"DDK?" I exclaim. Jake nods. Oh. I should have told you guys this before, but DDK is a gang. They ain't mad scary but like, they were the ones that were touching me up and stuff. Oh yeah, DDK stands for Dons Do Kill. Shit name; I know. But anyway, DDK and SS - oh yeah, SS, Reuben's gang, stands for South Souljas. Yeah so, DDK and SS weren't friends anyway, but like, they knew about each other but weren't bothered. Now, Reuben, as the leader of SS, has made DDK the top enemy for SS. He would be bare angry at me if I were to talk to them. I'd be angry at myself too. But here I am, talking to Jake, a member of DDK.

"There's nothing wrong with DDK; I mean, I'm in DDK."

"I know. I can't talk to you anymore." I say. I see the bus approaching and I put my arm out.

"Wait what? Why?"

"I'm sorry." I say, walking onto the bus.

"Shanae-"

"I can't." I say, walking to a seat. The bus doors close and the bus starts to drive away, very slowly. I wipe my eyes and sit down next to Courtnee. She stares at me as I wipe my eyes. She puts a hand on my arm.

"You okay?" she asks gently. I nod. She stares at me a little longer, then pats my arm and leaves me.

At School

We arrive at school, and I get off the bus hastily. I go straight through the gate, receiving a "Hi Shanae." from Mr Miller, and muffle a 'Hi' back, walking straight on. I walk into the humanities block, well speed walk into it. Why are DDK talking about me? And how did they find out? I was snapped out of my thoughts by my name being called repetitively.

"Shanae! Shanae, wait up man!" I turn around and see Courtnee running towards me. I stop walking and wait for her to catch up. She speaks when she catches up. "Why-why were you in such a hurry? Why didn't you wait for me?" she stutters bending over, huffing and puffing, trying to catch her breath.

"I don't know." I whisper. She stands up straight again and holds my hand.

"Come." she says. She drags me out of the humanities block.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"Somewhere where you'll talk to me." She answers. We carry on walking, all the way around the back of the school. We end up behind the sports center. She sits me down on the ground and sits next to me.

"Shanae, what's wrong?" she asks. I stay silent for a while. I look away from her and stare at the ground that is all so interesting.

"Nothing." I whisper.

"Shanae. What happened?" I stay silent contemplating whether to tell her or not.

"Nothing. Nothing happened." I whisper, still not looking at her.

"Look at me Shanae." she says. I keep my head down. "Shanae." I look up at her. "Look into my eyes and tell me nothing happened and nothing's wrong." I stare into her eyes. I can't do it! I can't lie to her! But I don't really want to tell anyone else what happened. My eyes tear up and I look away.

"I can't!" I sob miserably. Courtnee pulls me into a bone crushing hug.

"What happened? Did Reuben hurt you again?" she asks. "I swear, imma flippin' kill him for it."

"No, he didn't." I say. I tell her all that had happened.

"Oh my days, Shanae!"

"Don't tell anyone!"

"What about Sharnell?"

"Anyone! Don't tell anyone! Please!" I sob.

"Okay, okay. I won't tell anyone." We sit there, hugging and talking. Courtnee is so kind man. Right now, she's been a much better friend to me than Sharnell has. Sharnell didn't come and see me. Sharnell hasn't called me. So much for best friend.

"Thanks Courtz." I say.

"For what?" she asks, confused.

"Being my friend. You're awesome." I smile.

"Aww, thanks girl!" she laughs. I wipe my face.

"We should be getting back to lesson." I say, standing up.

"Yeah, man. We should." she replies. We wipe off our bums and head to maths.

We were almost there, then the bell rang.

"Oh well, looks like we've missed maths. We'll just go next lesson." says Courtnee.

"Iiiiii don't really feel like going next lesson. I don't know what people will say to me."

"It doesn't matter what they say. You have me and others that know the truth and are on your side. It's calm Shanae." replies Courtz. I smile at her. I make my way to English Language. I was the first to the lesson and Mr Willis didn't see me coming in as he was calibrating the smart board. I take my seat at the back of the class. He turns around and sees me. He smiles sympathetically. Oh, here we go. I don't want anyone's sympathy. He walks to me and sits on the table.

"Hi Shanae." he says.

"Hi Sir."

"You alright? You okay?" he asks. Oh my days man!

"Yeah Sir, I'm fine. Thanks."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Look...if you want to talk to anyone about what happened, anyone at all," he stares at me. "I'm here okay?"

"Sir, can we not-"

"You don't have to if you don't want to!" he says suddenly. "I'm not trying to force you to. I'm not going to force you into telling me about it." he adds. He suddenly jumps up off the table. "Sorry! I was probably too close for you; I'm sorry."

"Sir-" I sigh. He cuts me off.

"No, no. I'm sorry Shanae. I'm sorry about what happened to you."

"Siiiirr!" I moan. "I'm okay. I'm fine alright?" he stays silent for a little while, staring at me with a worried expression on his face.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! I'm sure!" I reply. He nods and makes his way to his desk. The class starts flooding in, chattering loudly. As soon as they spot me, they stop talking IMMEDIATELY. They all rush to me and start talking hurriedly.

"Oh my days, I'm so sorry!"

"I'm sorry!"

"I didn't mean ANYTHING I said!"

"Please forgive me for what I said!"

"Sorry, about what happened to you!"

"If you want to talk, I'm here."

"Don't take what I said to heart; I didn't mean it!"

"You didn't deserve anything we said!"

"I didn't mean it okay!"

"I hope you're okay."

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Shanae, I'm sorry!"

"Dude, why didn't you tell us before? It would have saved us a whole lot of name calling."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Everyone was talking over each other. I just sat there and sighed.

"Alright, alright! That's enough everyone! She doesn't need everyone up in her grill!" says Mr Willis. The crowd of classmates disperses as students walk to their seats. The lesson went by fairly quickly. At break, everyone was coming up to me apologising and stuff. Kmt, stop your grovelling; you ain't mean a word of shit you said. I just pushed them away. The next three lessons went by slowly but I didn't really notice as I was out of it for most of the time, you know, thinking about the future. Lunch came around and I was starving. I didn't have the patience to wait for the girls so I went and got my chicken tikka panini and took a seat upstairs. I hear footsteps behind me and someone sits down opposite. I look up from my panini. My face turned sour without delay.

"What?" I spat.

"Look you don't need to-"

"Don't tell me what to do." I retaliate.

"No need to be ru-"

"Shut the fuck up and get out of my grill." I command.

"Shanae-"

"Tashard, leave me alone. You've hurt me enough. Just leave me be alright."

"I'm sorry!" he says desperately. Oh my days, why is everyone now trying to apologise? Kmt, don't waste my time.

"Tashard! Come out my face!" I moan.

"Shanae-"

"No Tashard, leave man! Stop being a wasteman. Why you still here!" I shout, standing up.

"I just wanted to say that I was sorry!"

"But you're not though!" I yell. By now, loads of people down below were looking at us.

"I am!" he stands up too.

"No! All you lot ever do is apologise like it makes things any better!" I yell. Now everyone was staring at us.

"Yeah, well at least I am apologising!"

"Whatever."

"Okay well, I didn't draw them pictures; I didn't put them up. You have to believe me!"

"Ugh, just leave it man!" This dude was so jarring. All I wanted to do was eat my chicken tikka panini and this dude is being annoying!

"No, I'm not gonna 'just leave it'! You're angry at me for God knows what-"

"I'm angry cos you hurt me! How the fuck do you expect me not to be when you caused me so much pain." I yell.

"Pain? I went through pain! When you  went off on me and punched me in the face! I've faced more pain than you have!" he shouts back. The fuck? Is this boy stupid? How? How can he think that he's been through more pain than I have?

"I punched you, like, twice! How many times did you hit me?!" I yell, silencing him. "How can you think you've been through more pain? You haven't been beaten up or hurt nearly as many times as I have. And all the times I have been hurt since you did what you did, all of it is becuase of YOU!" I point at him. "Because of what you did!"

"Shanae-"

"You don't even want to know the details of what has happened to me since you! It's that fucking horrible."

"Shanae, I apologise for everything that has happened to you!" he says. I glare at him. "But you can't possibly blame me for it!"

"I can blame you for everything! You're the reason for every bad thing that has happened to me since you did what you did to me." tears welled up in my eyes. The cafeteria went silent as people listened to our...hmm...disagreement.

"Shanae, I know that what has happened to you must have been bad, but you've only gotten hit once after me-"

"More than that! Stop being so fucking ignorant. I don't want to talk about this anymore okay. Just-just leave it." I say, lowering my voice, blinking the tears away. I sit back down, breathing hard. Tashard stares at me.

"What's happened?" he asks, his voice thick with sympathy.

"I don't want to talk about it." I say, shoving a piece of panini into my mouth. He searches my face with his eyes. "Shanae?" he whispers. I ignore him and he sits down, taking my hand gently. For some odd reason, I don't take my hand back. "Did he?" he asks. "Did he rape you?" he asks. My eyes tear up and I keep my head down. "Shanae." I rip my hand from his and stand up.

"Excuse me." I say, tucking in my chair. I walk past the table and Tashard grabs my arm pulling me so I were sitting on the table. He strokes my hand, causing my eyes to tear up. I look across the cafateria, avoiding eye contact.

"He did, didn't he?" a tear falls out my right eye. I wipe my eye and take a deep breath. I sniff and stand up, taking my hand away from Tashard.

"I gotta go." I say quietly, walking away.

"Shanae." he calls. I don't turn around and carry on walking. I walk down the stairs and across the cafeteria. All eyes are on me and I start crying silently. I walk faster, trying to get out of there as fast as I can without jogging or running. I see Sharnell and Courtnee come into the cafeteria. They stare at me but I walk fast past them.

I reach outside and carry on walking, eventually I walk out of the school gates. I carry on walking, I don't even know where I am anymore. Shit. I wipe my eyes. I stop walking and look around. Where the fuck am I!? I let out a frustrated sigh. A car door closes and I ignore it.

"Ain't you supposed to be in school honey?" a voice says behind me. I turn around swiftly. Oh my gosh, it's Tashard mum, Rayelle! I ain't seen her in months! I run up to her and hug her tightly. She hugs back chuckling. I step back looking at her. Tashard's mum is a beauty! She has dark chocolate skin, long black hair, piercing green eyes and a body to die for. She was wearing a red peplum top with black leather side panels and a matching pencil skirt. She had on black patent courts. Her hair was slicked into a tight high ponytail. She had a black quilted bag hanging off her arm.

"Rayelle!" I squeal. "You look so good!" she chuckles again.

"Well thank you Shanae."

"Welcome." I smile.

"Now why are you not in school?" she asks. "I know school ain't finished yet." she says looking down at her ruby red watch.

"Er, b-d-er, er-" I stutter. She let's out a loud laugh.

"Er b der!" she mocks in a dopey voice, rocking side to side. Her sleek ponytail swings from side to side as she moves. "Don't worry honey. But is everything okay? It looks like you were crying." she says.

"Oh, uh, I'm fine thanks Rayelle."

"Are you sure? Do you want to come and talk about it? I am a counselling psychologist you know."

"Yeah, I know. But no thanks, I'm alright."

"Bullshit." she says. I widen my eyes in shock. "Come on." She points her keys to a black Mercedes CLA Class Coupé, pressing a button, locking the beautiful car. She takes my hand and pulls me into the house. How ironic. I walk to the persons house I was walking away from.

She walks me into the living room and I take a seat on the couch. She walks into the kitchen, leaving me in the living room by myself. I twiddle my thumbs nervously. She returns with two steaming cups of hot chocolate, even though it's nearly summer. I sip my hot chocolate silently.

"Mm." I moan. This hot chocolate is really,really good.

"Talk then." she says.

"Rayelle, I really don't feel like-"

"Then you can give me back my hot chocolate." she says leaning over the glass coffee table, reaching for the mug in my hands. I turn my body away from her.

"But I like this hot chocolate."

"But you're not talking. So you can give it back." she says. Oh my days! That's like, so mean!

"But Rayelle-"

"But I need my hot chocolate." she says, reaching for the mug. Nooo, I don't want to give it back!

"Ugh fiiine!" I groan. She sits back down, smiling. "I'll tell you." Am I really going to tell another person? Well, I guess I should. She was like a mum to me while Patrice went M.I.A. I look down at my lap, for a few seconds, thinking about what I should say. Ugh, should I lie to her or tell her the truth? Oh my days, these decisions are bare hard! My eyes tear up and I look up, staring at her.

"Rayelle, I really don't want to-" her face softens and she rushes over to me. She squeezes me into a bone crushing hug.

"Shh. Shh. Don't worry honey. You don't have to say it now, but you will have to tell me okay?" I nod, crying into her chest. I stop crying and she kisses my forehead before taking her seat back on the couch opposite me. I sigh and tell her everything. Well actually, not everything, I missed out the whole pregnant thing. Not once did Rayelle say anything. She just listened and brought me more hot chocolate. I had about 7 mugs of hot chocolate by the end.

"Oh my word! Honey!" she exclaims after I was done. "All of this because of that foolish boy!" She rubs my arms. "He's gonna get it when he gets home! Believe that. Why haven't you told the police?" she asks. I look at her like she's an alien.

"The police! Why would I tell the police? They don't do shit anyway."

"Well why didn't you come to me sooner? I could have told the police for you."

"Nah, I didn't think of it."

"Wait, he didn't you know, wrap it up?" she asks. My gosh, she's proper keeping up with the times you know. Wrap it up as well!

"I don't know." I stutter. Yeah, real convincing Shanae.

"Well have you gotten tested for any STD's or STI's?"

"No." I shake my head.

"Well you better! Lord knows who or what that boy has stuck his thing into." her just saying that makes me feel dirty again.

"I will." I reply quietly.

"Well is there anything else you want to tell me?" she asks.

"No." I say hesitantly. She gives me a stank face.

"Girl, I think we both know that ain't the answer." she says. My eyes tear up.

"Rayelle, I'm not going to get my period this month. Or the months after." I cry.

"Oh my. But did you take a test?"

"They all came back positive. All three!"

"Oh my gosh." she says.

"You're pregnant?" she asks in unison with someone else. I look up to the door of the living room. Tashard is standing there, shock and horror on his face. Oh shit. He slings his bag off his body and drops it on the floor. Rayelle stands up.

"You are in so much trouble Tashard!" she shouts. Tashard and I flinch at the anger in her voice. She walks up to him and grabs him by the collar of his jacket. She turns to me. "Wait here a second hun. Me and him are gonna have some words." she smiles warmly and drags Tashard into the kitchen, slamming the door. I can't hear exactly what they're saying, but Rayelle is yelling at him. He says something and Rayelle lowers her voice. Tashard suddenly shouts something at Rayelle. "I know you did NOT just raise your motherfucking voice to me young man! I know you did not just tell me to shut the fuck up!" she screams. The kitchen door flings open, banging the wall. Rayelle storms past the living room and walks up the stairs.

"No mum! Mum stop! I'm sorry!" says Tashard desperately. He follows behind her. They disappear upstairs. Minutes later, Rayelle comes down with a half full bin bag. "Mum, I'm sorry! Please don't, oh mum, stop!" he pleads. She storms into the living room and takes the laptop that was sitting on the coffee table. "No! Not my laptop mum! I'm sorry! I didn't- I didn't mean it!" He tries to take the laptop from her. She dashes the laptop in the bin bag. Tashard yelps. She goes to the TV and takes the DVD's. She starts putting them in the bag. "Mum-"

"Nuh uh! You wanted to try and act big and not give me respect! Nah fam, you're gonna face the consequences innit!" she ties the bin bag up and takes her keys. I watch as she goes and puts the bag in the boot of her car. She comes back into the living room after. "You're on punishment Tashard."

"Mum don't-"

"Nuh uh! You don't tell me what the fuck to do! You're on punishment for 3 weeks."

"But mum-"

"Argue with me one more time, Tashard. I dare you."

"But I don't deserve-"

"Fine 4 weeks. You want to take it up to 5?"

"I don't deserve-"

"Tashard Zebadiah Alexander Ross! Do not make me take it up!" Jheeze. Calling him by his full name you know. She's mad angry! "Now apologise. And do it right." she says. She leaves the room, slamming the living room door shut. The front door slams and I watch out the window as she puts on her black sunglasses and speeds off. Me and Tashard are left in an awkward silence. After a while of staring at my feet and Tashard not saying anything, I stand up and take my bag off the floor. I hoist it on my shoulder.

"No, no. Don't." he sighs. "Don't leave." I lazily take my bag off my shoulder and sit down slowly. He stares at me, and sighs. "Look I-"

"Don't worry. I know it's hard for you to say sorry. So if you don't mean it, just save it alright." I stand up again.

"No I do mean it. Like, I am so so sorry Shanae. After talking to mum and her telling me everything, I am sorry. It is all my fault. I am the reason for every bad thing that has happened to you since I beat you up. I feel dreadful. I really don't know what else to say but to say sorry." he says. I stay silent.

"Thank you." I whisper.

"No problem." he replies. We sit in another awkward silence. It's especially awkward for me because I can feel his eyes on me. "So you're pregnant huh?" he asks. Lol, some any awkward conversation starter. I laugh slightly.

"Yeah."

"Why'd you laugh?"

"You're conversation starter was funny."

"Oh."

"Excuse me." I say standing up.

"Oh where're you going?" he asks, standing up too. What in the world?

"Uh, I need to use the toilet." I say shyly.

"Oh okay." he says sitting back down. I smile at him and go upstairs to the bathroom.

I use the toilet, doing things you know, humans do. I stand at the sink and arms come around my waist. I gasp and turn around. Tashard smiles at me, his eyes blood shot. I smell the weed on his breath and turn back around to wash my hands and get out of there. He puts his arms around my waist again, pushing his hardness on me. He puts the spliff to my lips and I move away.

"Tashard man, what're you playing at?" I ask, aggravated. He laughs.

"Here!" he points it at me again.

"No. Stop being stupid, move man, I don't want weed near me or my baby." I say, batting his hand away. He laughs and puts the spliff to his lips, inhaling deeply. He let's it out in my face.

"Tashard! Stop it, it's not funny!" I push him and he stumbles back into the door. I glare at him.

"What's that for!?" he yells.

"You're being a muppet." He looks at me shocked.

"Me? A muppet? How're you gonna cuss me out in my own home?!" I don't answer and push past him. He drags me back into the bathroom and pushes me. My lower back hits the sink and I groan.

"Ow Tashard. Nah man you're a dick. Move the fuck out my way." he holds onto my hips so I can't come off the sink. He draws in a breath from the spliff and breathes it out on my face. I slap him. "What the fuck is wrong with you? I know you're high, but you're never this stupid when you are. Come off me, I want to go home." He just stares at me. He suddenly pushes me harder into the sink. I let out a yelp as tears spring to my eyes. I punch him in the face and he let's go. I push him so I can try and run out the bathroom but he grabs me, punches me and pushes me on the wall. He presses his body on mine and holds my arms by my sides.

"You know what you're problem is? You're too fucking rude. And too fucking stupid. You think you're some bad girl cos you're Murder's chick. Let me give you a reality check. You're just another girl off road. Just another chick to Reuben. You ain't no one special, I mean look at you. Abused. Pregnant. And you're only 15. Your parents left you cos they didn't want you! You put all of this on me like I made it all happen. You don't deserve me, you don't deserve my friendship. You don't deserve Sharnell's either! Yeah, I see the way you leave her for Courtnee. You ain't been a good friend. All that's happened to you musta been a punishment." he put his mouth to my ear. "And you deserved all that you got." he whispers. I let out a sob and burst into tears. He let's go of my wrists and I rub them, easing the pain. I look up at him, and he towers over me, a sinister look on his face. His face softens and he sighs. "Look-" I bolt out the bathroom before he even has a chance.

I knew he didn't mean that apology. I leg it down the stairs and run into the living room. I hear him thunder down the stairs and scramble to pick up my bag. I try but my hands are shaking too much. I finally manage to do it and sling it on my shoulder.

"Shanae-" he starts. I scream, startled. He walks up to me and grabs my wrists. I pull hard but he doesn't let go.

"Tashard! Get off me! Leave me alone! Please!" I yell, tears streaming down my face.

"Shanae calm down!" he yells back. I break free. The front door opens.

"Tashard, is that weed I smell? It best not be!" yells Rayelle. I run out the living room stopped by Rayelle.

"Honey, are you okay?" she asks. I shake my head and run out the house, ignoring the calls of my name.

I run down the road till I am out of sight. I wipe my face with the flannel I keep in my bag. I walk to the bus stop. I'm in such deep thought, I didn't even realise I missed two of my buses. I sigh. Arms surround me in a hug and I fight to get them off me.

"Woah woah, hey! Calm it!" I turn around and Jake is staring at me perplexed. He smiles at me but when I don't smile back, he stops smiling. "Hey are you okay?" he asks. His voice is so smooth and calming. I nod. "Nah are you sure? Looks like you've been crying." he says.

"I'm fine." I reply turning away from him. He stands in front of me.

"Look at me and tell me you're fine." I look up at him and look away, all in the space of a second. "See. You're not fine. What's wrong?" I don't answer. "Shanae." he gently turns my face. I still don't look at him. "Shanae, what happened?" he asks, his voice full of concern. I still don't answer. "Who hit you?" he asks. How'd he know? He suddenly strokes the cheek bone underneath my eyes. I wince and hiss at the pain. I pull my face away from his hand. "It's purple and swollen." Oh. I see the bus approaching and I put my arm out. The bus stops and I step on, beeping my Oyster. Jake does the same.

"Jake, what're you doing?" I ask, sitting at the back.

"I'm taking you home, what does it look like?" he says.

"You don't need to, I'm fine."

"Stop saying that and tell me what's wrong."

"Don't worry about it."

"Now I'm worrying." He says. I press the stop button as we pull up to the main road. I stand up and so does Jake. We walk off the bus. I sigh as we reach the end of my road.

"This isn't necessary you know."

"I want to make sure you're safe."

"You can just leave me here."

"But I don't want to." Aww. That's actually kind of sweet. I laugh. We carry on was walking, eventually reaching the house.

"Thanks." I say.

"You're welcome." he replies.

"Bye." I walk to the door of the house and put the keys in. The door is already open. "The fuck?" I say.

"Is everything okay?" asks Jake.

"Er, yeah. Just, the doors already open."

"Should it be?"

"No." I reply slowly. He walks up to me. I take the keys out the door and he slowly pushes it open. I gasp at the sight.

The house is mash up. The mirror is smashed, there is graffiti on the walls. Glass is strewn on the floor. I walk carefully into the living room. The TV is smashed, the couches have been slit and tatted up. The house is a mess.

I go into the kitchen. There are broken plates and bowls everywhere. Food is everywhere, eggs are splattered on the walls. I rush upstairs to find the bedrooms in ruins. Graffiti is all over the house. Most of the graffiti says DDK but one was there that was longer in neater writing. It read:

"Dis is wat you get for getting SS to mess with us. Tell dem to back off. If dey don't, dere will be a war. And you best believe DDK will win it. DDK out." I gasp and call Trey and Sean. They arrive in no more than 5 minutes which means they were speeding like crazy, as they work 25 minutes away. They are in shock too. Patrice and James show up too. They all go into the living room and discuss for like, 10 minutes. They then come back upstairs to where I was.

"Get your intact stuff Shanae." says Patrice.

"Why?"

"You're coming to live with us." she replies. The fuck she mean 'You're coming to live with us?'

"What!?"

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