Chapter 10

Dee's POV.

I didn't wanna do that to her I swear. I'm on so many drugs right now trying to cool the pain. I needed a taste of control again. I don't want her to be scared of me anymore. I just need her again. Why am I like this.

I've been watching her all night. Hopefully she'll forget about it when she wakes up.

"What happened?" Ky rubbed her face with both hands.

"Nothing, you just took a shower and fell asleep" I said

"Are you sure? Did I take somet-" I interrupted her.

"Don't question me" I closed my fists.

"I didn't mean- I was just- sorry" she stared at the wall.

I said nothing and walked away trying to control my anger.

Ky's POV.

When she left the room I couldn't help but cry. Everyday I'm so scared of going through what I went through all over again. I hate the feeling of when she beats me. You can see the fire in her eyes, there's no empathy.

I stayed in the bed for hours. I was hungry but I didn't want to upset Dee.

She walked into the room.

"I'm leaving and there's guards standing at every exit so if you try to escape I will have to hurt you" she said plainly and walked away.

I stared at her back while she walked out, sadness filled my body.

When I heard the front door shut I ran downstairs to get some food. I used as little food as possible and washed everything after I ate making sure it was all in place.

I went back up stairs and cleaned up the room making sure it was spotless. Then I took a shower. Dee sent someone to get the clothes from my apartment.

After all that I got back into the bed and just watched tv. I ended up falling asleep.

I woke up to feeling someone sit next to me but I kept my eyes shut. She brought me closer to her and played with my curls. I was terrified of her but I loved the good times we had.

I miss jay.

"Why you talking about that girl" Dee said as she got up.

Fuck I said that out loud.

She pulled the cover off of me and pulled me out of the bed. I landed on the ground and tried to stand but I already felt her fist hit my eye.

I felt numb. I knew this would happen. She threw a couple more punches and kicked me in my stomach. She did something she's never done before. She took a knife and slid it down my stomach. She slid it down my arm too. At this point the pain made me cry more then the emotion. She left.

"Deja help her get cleaned up" I heard her say.

One of her workers came up the stairs with a bag of medical supplies.

She looked at me with sadness in her eyes and looked back at Dee.

"I'm leaving" Dee said to her from down the stairs.

She shook her head.

"Hey I'm deja but you can call me day" she got onto her knees.

I said nothing and continued to look down.

She picked me up and sat me on the bed. I hate feeling small like this.

She asked me if it was okay if she took off my shirt and pants. I nodded.

I caught her in a gaze. She first bandaged my stomach. It wasn't to the point where I needed stitches. She just used some kind of glue to shut it. Then she She wiped my nose because it was bleeding and put ice on my eye. She bandaged my arm too and told me not to use it too much.

I just nodded.

"Okay well if you need anything else I'm usually here" she said.

I looked at her and tears ran down my cheeks.

I feel so weird, I'm craving drugs.

She came down to sit next to me. She just wiped my tears and lifted my chin to view her.

"I'm sorry"

There's nothing I can do, she'll kill me" she said.

"I know" I replied.

She looked down and nodded then left the room.

My body was so sore. I put on my shirt and basketball shorts and got back into the bed.

I just stayed in bed doing nothing for hours.

I missed home.

Dee came back around 11.

She sat on the bed again. I was laying on the edge facing the wall.

"I'm sorry" she said.

I said nothing.

She started to cry and layed next to me.

She gave me a small white plastic bag with powder in it.

"This will take some pain away" she said and left the room again.

I looked at the thing in my hand. I craved it even though I've never had it. I know I shouldn't have but I snorted it. Maybe this will make me feel better.

The feeling hit me. I felt good for once.

I put some music on YouTube on the tv and fell asleep.

Dee's POV.

I made ky some food. It was almost 3 and she still hadn't gotten up. It's been a couple weeks. She doesn't speak anymore and she just lays there doing nothing. She keeps asking me for drugs. I shouldn't have given her any in the first place. I've completely fucked up her life and I don't know what to do.

I walked up stairs.

"Ky I made you food" I sat it on the night stand.

She stared at the wall.

"Please Ky, please just eat" tears filled my eyes.

"I need more" was all she said.

"More what" I rubbed my head.

"Drugs" she said plainly.

I sighed and got up to go to the stash room. I brought her a bottle of pills. She got up and took 2 percs.

"Let me see you stomach and arm" I said.

She layed down lifting up her shirt. I stared at the scars in horror. I can't believe I did this.

I reached out to touch it but she flinched awaiting for more pain.

"I'm not gonna hurt you" I said looking at her sadly.

She nodded and tried to relax again.

"Please eat" I kissed her forehead and went back down stairs.