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Unbreakable {Part1} By: JalenF

Here's my new story. The first part is gonna be from SÃ©lah's (say-luh) point of view just so you can have a clue about what's going on. Enjoy, and don't forget to vote.
- JalenF.

I was scared for my life. Reggie was going to kill me! I'm through with all of this, i refuse to live like this any longer. I HAVE to stand up for myself, today will be the day... The door just opened & shut. That means he's back from the bar. I finish throwing all my belongings into my suitcase & tell Junior to go wait at the door and stay out of site until its time to leave. I'm done getting beat all the time. What he doesn't know is that i have a trick up my sleeve. I'm still scared out of my mind though.

REGGIE: *staggering* Bitch, now i know... Before i left i told yo ass to go work them streets for me. We've been over this before. You work, i pay, you dont die. *looks at me menacingly* And what the fuck are these bags doing by the door!? *eyeing the bags suspiciously*
ME: *barely above a whisper* Reggie, i'm done. I can't keep living like this... I'm leaving you.
REGGIE: *laughs hysterically* You really are a stupid bitch aren't you? What? You don't get it? You ain't leaving nowhere. You ain't got nowhere to go anyway. *advancing on me slowly*
ME: Don't worry about where i'm going. Just know that you won't be able to control me anymore.

Oh shit, i think i said the wrong thing. He's walking toward me & i can tell he's about to beat me. I look at Junior & give him the sign to sneak out with our bags. I reach into my jacket pocket and pull out the... i guess you could call it a defense system i purchased today.

REGGIE: I see i'ma have to beat into you that you ain't leaving me, Huh?
ME: *scoffs* Please... Touch me & i'll--
REGGIE: YOU'LL WHAT!?
ME: ......
REGGIE: Yeah, i thought so. Now get your fine ass over here and give me some good lovin'

Yeah, when hell freezes over. I can most definitely tell that he's drunk. That's a good thing. I gripping my defense tightly in my jacket pocket. I slyly switch it on and feel safe once more. Just when he slaps me with the back of his hand and i fall to the ground and he's about to start hitting & kicking me i pull out the tazer & shock him for 2 seconds and he's out cold. I run to the door and grab junior (he's crying; he's only 2) and the bags and run out of the apartment.

JUNIOR: Mommy where are we going? Mommy!
ME: Baby i don't know right now, you just have to trust me.

After about an hour of carrying Junior, and all theses bags, wandering aimlessly around the streets of California, i see a White Rolls Royce pull up and let the windown down as they stopped next to the bench i was sitting on, with my son in my arms.

???: Do you need a ride?
ME: I will call the cops, just leave me alone.

He's coming to sit next to me. He has jet black hair that's real curly & i can tell he has big money by the ways he's dress. He acts so humble & down to earth though.

We talked for about 15 minutes and i told Michael my story and how i ended up here.After a while he convinced me he wouldnt try anything and he'd let me stay at his place until i was able to get back on my feet. I know i just met him, but the way i'm feeling... I dont ever wanna stand again... :)

To Be Continued......

Hope you liked it; next one's not coming until i get 10+ votes :) Thanks for reading & don't forget to vote.!

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