A BROKEN GIRL’S JOURNEY 3 (A BROKEN GIRL'S JOURNEY) Read online

  A BROKEN GIRLS JOURNEY

  - A Novel Written by -

  NIKI JILVONTAE

  Copyright © 2014 by True Glory Publications

  Published by True Glory Publications LLC

  First Edition

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  This novel is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to actual events, real people, living or dead, organization, establishments, locales are products of the author’s imagination. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are used fictitiously.

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  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  I want to first thank the Most High because without him none of this would be possible. I also want to send a special S/O to Shameek Speight and my TGP and RDP families, I love all of you and Shameek I will forever be grateful. S/O to my cousins who are more like my brothers: Tony, Tee, Antwoin, and Michael, and also Righteous and Two-Two. I also want to S/O and say thank you to my cousins: Latrice, Faye, Pat, Sherry, Courtney, Angie, Nisha, and Shiara. Also my sister Alnisha, aunt Debra, aunt Mittie, and uncle Terry. You all's support is deeply appreciated. Super Special S/O to some of my supporters, friends, and fans like: Shanta Love, Terlessa, Daphne, Kosha, Kita, Sharon Jae, Shatiria, Monique J., Authoress Michelle, Nisha, Shun, Rickila, Tracy, Mita, Daphne W., Anthony D., Brian, Yvette, Kea, Priscilla, and all of my other supporters, friends, and fans I may have forgotten. Don't worry, if I forgot you I will remember in the next book...and I still love you!! Ohhh.... and an Extra, EXTRA Special S/O to my haters, those who talk down on me, and those who ever doubted me (looks around and thinks about all of my blessings despite your attempts to tear me down)............................HA!!!!!! Ain't God Good?!! lol

  DEDICATION

  This book is dedicated to the four most important people in my life. I go hard and try to be my best in all aspects of my life because of these four people...I want to make them proud. (1) My mother, my backbone, Ms. Phyllis...you are my strength. I love you more than words could ever describe mama and I am proud of all you have accomplished. You inspire me and give me strength and wisdom I will never find anywhere else. (2) My brother, my right hand, the boy version of myself Monderious. We have been rolling thick as thieves since the day you were born when I was 13 and I couldn't imagine my life without you. You are creative and talented, and even though I want to choke you sometimes, I love everything about you..and always will. (3) My daughter, my twin, my heart, my first love, Briuna. You are so beautiful, intelligent, respectful, loving and kind. I am beyond proud and blessed that God chose me to be your mother...to love and guide you. I know you will do great things in life, so know that I am always right behind you 100% no matter what. I love you! (4) MY son, my soul, my world, my king..LaDaveon. I love you so much...my heart smiles every time I think of you. I knew from the first moment I saw your little face that I would love you forever and that my life would be forever change. Indeed it did. You show me what patience, caring, and understanding means everyday and I am blessed to have you. You are my handsome, smart, loving, creative, awesomely Autistic genius and I will love, protect, support and advocate for you until the end of time!!

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Chapter 1 5

  Chapter 2 15

  Chapter 3 24

  Chapter 4 34

  Chapter 5 44

  Chapter 6 55

  Chapter 7 65

  Chapter 1 5

  Chapter 2 15

  Chapter 3 24

  Chapter 4 34

  Chapter 5 44

  Chapter 6 55

  Chapter 7 65

  Chapter 1

  When Lakea woke up she was laying on her bed and her face was wet from blood. She could feel pain all over her body and her room smelled like sex. She tried to move her arms, but she was tied to the bed with strips of her sheets. Lakea began to look around then she realized that she was totally naked and the lights were off, but candles were lit on her dresser. Just then her bedroom door opened and the creep walked in naked with her large wooden spoon in his hand.

  “Glad you woke, that will make it better. I been watching you for a long time, just waiting on my opportunity and here it is.” The creep said.

  Lakea didn't understand. How could he have been watching her a long time when they had just met when she first went to the club? Lakea tried to free herself from the sheets holding her arms and legs but they were too tight. She could feel the blood filling up in her finger tips. The creep just stood there and snickered at her with an evil, sadistic look on his face.

  “Bitch you really don't know who I am, do you?” The creep said walking closer to Lakea.

  She shook her head frantically from side-to-side as she stared deep into the creeps face. There was something familiar about those eyes.

  “Bitch, I have been your shadow since the first day I saw you at Fairley. I saw you get out of the car and I wanted you to be mine, but that bitch nigga Jeremy got called to show you around. He got you,” the creep raged as he paced back and forth in front of Lakea's bed.

  “I even tried to tell you how much I loved you and how I would be better for you one day in English, 9th grade. YOU WOULDN'T EVEN LOOK AT ME WHEN YOU SAID GET THE FUCK OUT OF YOUR FACE!!!” The creep screamed like a madman.

  His eyes were wild, evil. He was covered in sweat as if he had run a marathon. Just then it all became clear to Lakea. She knew exactly who he was. She had known this boy for many years, but as he said, she never even gave him a second look. He was really weird to Lakea. He was always talking to himself, smiling at her, and asking could he smell her hair. She thought he was a creep even back then as kids, and now she knew she had good reason.

  “Montrel, please..” Lakea began pleading but he cut her off.

  “Montrel shit bitch. It's too late for all that begging and shit. You made me look like a fool everyday because everybody knew how much I loved you. Even that bitch ass nigga Jeremy, so you know I was excited when my homie presented me with the opportunity to kill that pussy. I tell you I enjoyed every minute of that, but I didn't intend for you to get hurt,” the creep said turning to Lakea with his arms out.

  “But fuck that. You don't want me anyway so fuck you too. I just wish that nigga baby was here so I could merk his lil ass too, but I may go get his lil ass when I finish with you!” He said with a look in his eyes that made Lakea knew that he would do it.

  He would kill her and Jeremy's son. Panic and anger rushed over Lakea. She couldn't believe her ears. Not only had Montrel been secretly stalking her, he also killed Jeremy, Scott, and shot her. Now here he was again to cause more turmiol and pain in her life. The thought of it was just too much for Lakea, she fainted. The creep jumped on top of her and began to smack her until her eyes popped open.

  “No, bitch. You not gone pass out on me. You are going to remember every moment of this. I have waited a long time for this moment. I mean imagine my surprise and elation that night you went off on me at the club,” the creep said jumping off the bed an
d looking around the room wildly as he continued his tirade.

  “I couldn't believe you had walked back into my life and I wasn't about to let you get away. I gave you a chance to act right though, but once again you shot me down. SO ARE YOU HAPPY NOW BITCH?” The creep yelled.

  “That's okay you don't have to like it, but you mine now. I'm fina fuck the shit out of you,” the creep said stroking his long, thin, bumpy dick with his free hand, while licking his lips.

  “Ima show yo ass tonight. Embarrass and reject me BITCH!” He said rushing forward and smacking Lakea hard across the face.

  “I'm about to fuck you in every hole you got you little nasty bitch. After I rob yo ass.” The creep said dropping the spoon on the dresser and going through Lakea's room gathering money and jewelry and putting it in the rape kit backpack her brought with him.

  Lakea flashed back to Wolverine and going through the same awful ordeal of being violated in every hole by countless men. Or being a child and having her wound torn and ripped so badly by a grown man who was supposed to protect her. Here she was again broken, vulnerable, abused, and helpless. After the creep finished ransacking Lakea's room he jumped on top of her with the wooden spoon in his hand and began to kiss her with his stinky, cigarette breath.

  “Get off me please.” Lakea yelled, but he wasn't listening.

  He continued to kiss her down her neck, stopping to bite her breast so hard her drew blood. Lakea screamed out in pain and kicked her tired legs.

  “Let me go bitch nigga,” Lakea yelled while crying hysterically.

  “Oh so that's how you gone talk bitch. I knew that begging shit wasn't real. Now I don't feel bad fucking you up.” The creep said as he bit Lakea's other breast and rammed the handle of the wooden spoon up her pussy.

  She screamed so loud she felt her body shudder as the creep licked back up her body while fucking her with the wooden spoon. Lakea sobbed and prayed that someone would help her.

  “Bitch that's just the warmup,” the creep whispered in her ear.

  “Here comes the main event!” He said with a sadistic laugh taking the spoon out of her pussy and turning it around so he could ram the big end inside of her.

  “Please, please. You don't have to do this!” Lakea pleaded as tears, sweat, blood, and snot ran down her face.

  Her pleading seemed to make him madder because the creep punched her again so hard in her face that everything went black for a couple of seconds, then she heard ringing.

  “Yes, I do have to do this bitch,” the creep said as he pulled his hand back and prepared to stick the dipping end of the huge wooden spoon into Lakea's pussy.

  Lakea yelled, “NOOOOOO”, just as Quan bust through the door and jumped on top of the creep delivering blow after blow to the creep's face and head.

  Lakea looked confused and relieved to see her little brother. Ray-Ray had dropped Quan off at the house to pee while he went back to the store to get cigars. Good thing he did. When Quan came through the door he knew something wasn't right because it was too dark. Lakea hated the dark. Quan was already headed to his sister's room when he heard her screams.

  Chapter 2

  The creep pleaded with Quan to stop but Quan was no longer there. He was enraged and all he wanted was to kill the dude who had hurt his sister so bad.

  “Please don't kill him Quan, he not worth it. You have a future. Untie me and let me do it!” Lakea yelled while crying hysterically as Quan delivered punch after punch and elbow after elbow to the creep's face.

  The creep squirmed and flapped his arms, still cursing and trying to fend Quan off.

  “That bitch killed Jeremy!” Lakea yelled.

  “Shut the fuck up you slut ass bitch. I almost had yo nasty ass. I was gone kill you bitch, you and yo son. All you bitches! Just like I killed yo nigga BITCH!!!” The creep tried to yell as blood poured out of his mouth and Quan continued to hit him.

  Those words, those threats reignited that rage Lakea felt when she thought about Jeff, and Klemmings and every other living demon who tried to break her down. Lakea struggled to untie herself, even though she was in so much pain. At that moment she knew that she would beat the creep to death if she got untied, but it was no use she was too weak. There was no need anyway because Quan was like a monster, striking the creep with his forearm, headbutting, and punching him. Blood was everywhere as the creep flapped around like a fish out of water, trying to wiggle away from Quan's wrath. Quan got up off of the creep and started stomping him in the face with his size 11 Timberlands.

  “Muthafucka, hurting my sister was your worse mistake. Bitch you dead!” Quan yelled as Ray-Ray bust through the door and was totally taken aback by what he saw.

  Blood splatter was everywhere and Lakea was still tied to the bed naked covered in blood, cuts, and bruises. Ray-Ray rushed forward and covered his sister while crying and untying her arms and legs. He held her and cried telling her it would be okay as Quan continued to stomp the creep who had now stopped flapping around.

  “Quannn!” Ray-Ray yelled loudly breaking the fit of rage possessing Quan as her landed one last stomp in the creep's neck and it snapped like a pencil. He was dead.

  “Noooo!” Lakea yelled as her world shattered again.

  Although in her fit of rage Lakea knew she would have killed the creep herself, and she knew he deserved it. However, she didn't want her little brother to have to live with that on his conscious. She didn't want him to potentially ruin his life by protecting or avenging one of his siblings ever again. Lakea knew someone would have to pay for this in the end. If she only knew the price her family would pay.

  Ray-Ray quickly sprung into action. He knew that shit had to get done right away.

  “You can't go to the hospital cause they gone have questions so I'ma call cousin Sheka she a nurse she will fix you up. Just lay here sister.” He said tucking the covers around her and kissing her head as tears fell from his eyes.

  Soon Mesha was there cleaning Lakea's wounds as they waited for Sheka to arrive. Ray-Ray and Quan went to work getting rid of the body and any evidence.

  “I will be back later lil sis,” Ray-Ray said as Sheka arrived and began to treat Lakea's wounds and prepared to do a vaginal exam on her.

  “You in good hands. Don't worry cause big bruh gone handle this.” Ray-Ray said looking back at his little sister with sorrow in his eyes. And once again he did.

  Ray-Ray loaded the creep into the trunk of his car and had Quan to drive the creep's car. They took him to a rural area in Mississippi after getting the help of their cousin Hermit, who lived there. Hermit lead them to a farm where they chopped up the creep's body and fed it to the 20 wild hogs that were pinned up. Then they set the car on fire and ran it down this infamous ditch called The Devil's Drop. All traces of the creep were gone except for his blood all over the bedroom and the scars he had left on Lakea. This was another situation that would haunt her forever. Again she was broken and would never be the same again.

  Back at the house, Sheka accessed all of Lakea's wounds and gave her some pain meds to make her comfortable.

  “Ima have the doctor I work for prescribe you some more pain pills and antibiotics just in case the spoon causes an infection. And see if I can get that specialists to see you. I will bring the meds by when I get off tomorrow. I'm leaving you about 15 right here though,” Sheka said sitting down the bottle of loratab.

  “These 10's though lil cuz, so be careful.” Sheka said.

  She didn't know it but Lakea was immune to pills. Her pain was causing her to pop 15-20, 10's a day so careful had been flew out the window. Suddenly Sheka grabbed Lakea's fingertips and noticed they were blue and very cold.

  “How often do your fingers do that?” Sheka asked looking into Lakea's eyes with her small flashlight.

  “They do this every time I'm cold, upset, or stressed,” Lakea said as Sheka took her pulse.

  “And I keep terrible headaches and joint and muscle pain. I thought it was the dancing but I get it even whe
n I don't dance,”

  “Umhm,” Sheka said looking closely at Lakea's face.

  “And are your eyes always dry, do you get tired a lot, and do you keep getting a rash on your face?” Sheka asked rubbing her cousin's hand.

  “Yes, I have all those symptoms,” Lakea said staring at Sheka's face as she noticed her facial expression change from a look of concern to that of sorrow.

  “Why, What's wrong Sheka?” Lakea asked between tears.

  Sheka looked away. Now Lakea was getting worried.

  “I don't know how to say this, but baby cousin I think you have lupus. That's what all those symptoms sound like and that may be why the doctors couldn't diagnose you and wanted you to see a specialist. I'm gone have my doctor contact the hospital asap to get in touch with that specialist.” Sheka said.

  Lakea could feel a tear fall from her eye. She didn't know what it meant to have lupus and how the disease would change her life, but she did know that it was painful and she wanted it to stop.

  “I was supposed to go for the results this Monday, two days away, but now I feel I already now,” Lakea said through her tears.