Chapter 5

Beeze's POV

He bursts out laughing and I tilt my head. He stops and raises both eyebrows.

"Oh, You're serious. Beeze you're like 20-"

"21."

"-How could you have killed your parents?"

I bite my lips and avert my eyes.

"She's for sale buy her!" My father screamed at the buyer.

"I was only ten years old, and the last of all my siblings. I had two brothers, three sisters. All had been sold."

"She's too young. You told me she was fifteen! She doesn't even look twelve."

"Look I need the money okay! Let her be your maid or something."

"My parents were drug addicts and they would make children so they could sell them. However, I was adopted at three years old. My mother was too young. Hence the reason why they wanted to get rid of me so young, I wasn't one of theirs. I was just even faster money. "

"They went through all those papers from adoption just for drugs?" Wes asks sounding disgusted and I shrugged.

"Anyway, that night the man left and there was still no money in his hands. My mother was not only a drug dealer but a prostitute. So she was not home. Yet."

"You're so worthless!" He screamed at me and I flinched, making a dash for my room but I was too slow. He grabbed my leg and pulled me towards him.

"No!" I screamed in my little voice.

I scoffed. "But who exactly was I screaming for right?"

He picked me up and slammed me onto the couch.

"If no one wants you and you're eating my food why can't I have a little income too?" He smiles wickedly and I gasp realizing what he was about to do.

"At ten years old there's not a lot my little feet could do. My legs were no longer than a six-year-old's " I stare out the window, into the dark. "So he lifted my skirt..... And I screamed. 'No', 'please stop'."

I let out a bitter laugh.

"And you know what he said? He ripped my skirt off and told me if he had a gun right now he would blow my brains out."

Wes's jaw clenched as I continued talking and I knew he wanted to comfort me but I wasn't ready.

"And-"My voice cracks as tears began to flow. "I laid on that couch with seconds left until that man took away my innocence. So, using a pocket knife that my real mom gave me before I left.....I stabbed him. Over, and over and over again."

"A few hours later I was sitting on the ground ... . Knees to my chest and my mom came in."

"What did you do you brat?!" She screamed at me.

"I'm grateful every day that she wasn't there." I started sobbing. "Because I knew she would've helped him."

Wiping my tears was useless because more kept falling.

"She tried to kill me but once again she was met with the same fate as the man. I took the money that she got while doing her dirty work and I ran. I didn't know where I was going but I ran."

"A few years later I'm eighteen and I receive a letter from my mom, telling me she can't take me back because she has a new family, so she bought me a plane ticket and here I am!"

He's silent and I fold my arms. Suddenly he reaches forward wipes the remaining tears.

"You're beautiful ... . you know that?"

My breath hitches...and I smile but I shake my head. I know he realized how hard it was for me to admit this, and I felt stupid.

I just vented to a complete stranger! What the heck is wrong with me?

"Wes, its

Best if you don't bother getting involved with me if that's even on your mind. The happiest moment of my life was when Thomas grew so close to me. I never had a day when all I felt was happy. Or that when I got home, all that would be there are warmth and family. The last time I really went outside of the building was two years ago. I've been locked in here since. Her house. Her rules."

I wipe my remaining tears and stand dusting my thighs.

"You'll have to climb through the window to leave."

"Who says I'm leaving? The night has just begun." He ignores everything I said, a little smile on his face.

It was pretty late but I lay awake near Wes. Never in my life would I think this man would be in my room, lying on my bed. We weren't touching, but I could feel his body heat. I learned a good bit about him, he's 25, he plays basketball and he likes Chinese food.

"You've been through a lot." He mutters staring at my ceiling.

"Yea ... . I guess in reality, it made me who I am today."

A few moments of silence pass by.

"Go out with me tomorrow night." He turns on his side staring at me.

"I can't." I shake my head.

"Why?"

"Why? Why would you want to go out with me? I murdered two people if they weren't drug addicts I'd be in jail or wanted right now."

"It was self-defense!" He exclaims.

"Shh," I tell him placing one finger on his lips.

"My aunt would never allow it. I can't even go outside!" I whisper yell.

"We'll sneak out. Romeo and Juliet style."

"Oh yeah? And how did Romeo and Juliet end up?"

"In love."

"Wrong. Dead." I deadpan and he chuckles.

Wes I-"

"Aurora please ... ."

I bite my lip and his grey eyes turn to them, something clouding his eyes.

"Fine, but please not too late. If I get caught I'm dead. Now go home. Give the babysitter a break."

He grins with those pearly white teeth leaning over to kiss my cheek and I blush while averting my eyes.

"Goodnight Aurora."

"Goodnight Wes," I mutter suddenly shy and he chuckles. Before you know it he's out the window and into his car.

I do a happy scream into my pillow once the coast is clear and clear my throat.

Before laying on the bed again.

"Thank you, Lord, that I made it this far. Thank you for the greatest thing that might ever happy for me. May you watch over whatever might happen tomorrow night. Amen."