Chapter SixAn hour later
The bedroom was dark as Shatira lie in bed asleep, a pleasant smile on her face as she dreamt about her and Menace’s second date. He’d just walked her upon the porch of her house and was leaning in for a goodbye kiss when lightning struck.
Wap!
Shatira shot up in bed grimacing as a stinging sensation engulfed her mouth, grill filling with blood. She blinked rapidly trying to figure out what the hell had happened, touching her lips and coming away with bloody finger tips. The last thing she remembered was texting Menace and falling asleep. The next minute, she was being woken up by a punch to the mouth. Shatira spat off to the side, blood hanging from her bottom lip. Once she was able to focus, she saw her stepmother standing over her. The light from the hallway
