A King is Born by Treasure Hernandez

her and Halleigh would more than likely end up six feet under. “Okay, stop! Please stop!” Tasha pleaded.
    â€œBitch on that grimy shit,” the guy said to himself. He pried Tasha’s legs open. “You should’ve just gave me this shit. Now I’ma take it.” He began to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants.
    Tasha’s eyes glazed over as she was taken back to the first time she had been raped. She’d never imagined in her worst nightmare that it would be happen to her all over again.
    She slammed her eyes shut tightly as her attacker violated her. She told herself that she couldn’t allow this to happen to her again. So, with the last little bit of strength she could muster up, she instinctively brought her knee up and hit him in the balls as hard as she could.
    â€œOhh, shit! ! !” he screamed in pain as he grabbed himself and rolled off her. “Fucking bitch!” he said, panting wildly.
    Tasha’s eyes darted around the room until she spotted the gun. She scrambled toward the gun, crawling like a snake. She was only a good three inches from the gun when her attacker quickly rebounded, once again pulling at her legs.
    â€œNoooo!” Tasha began to scream out in fear as she kicked as hard as she could, hoping she was doing some kind of damage to the guy. She could feel her body being pulled farther and farther away from the gun. “God, please help me!” She snatched one of her ankles from his grip and turned from her stomach to her side so that her other leg twisted in his grip. With a clear shot of the perpetrator, Tasha pulled her leg up and then flushed it down into his face with all her might.
    The powerful blow loosened his grip from her ankle, allowing her one more chance at freedom. Managing to get up on all fours, Tasha crawled over to the gun. As soon as her hand reached the steel, she could once again feel his hands wrap around her legs. Without even thinking twice about it, Tasha brought the gun up, closed her eyes, and then pulled the trigger several times. She didn’t realize it was over until she heard his body hit the floor in a loud thump. When she opened her eyes, he was lying right beside her, his eyes wide open and staring into hers.
    The crimson red blood poured from a hole in the side of his neck, and he twitched while his eyes pleaded for Tasha to help him. There was nothing she could do for him now. Not that she would, even if she could. He was the enemy, and there was no telling what he would have done to her if she hadn’t shot him. Still, Tasha couldn’t believe the man next to her would die by her hands.
    She avoided looking him in his dying eyes and began to pat his body down until she retrieved the key that would set Halleigh free. After going through both front pockets and coming up short, she finally found one single key in his left back pocket. That had to be the key she was looking for.
    Gripping the key in the palm of her hand, Tasha ran up the stairs full speed and put the key in the lock. Her hands were shaking so badly, she could barely unlock the door.
    â€œTasha, is that you?” Halleigh asked from the other side of the door. She’d heard commotion and screams coming from downstairs as she had waited with her ear to the door for Tasha to return. She prayed the entire time that whatever was going on down those stairs, Tasha would come out on top.
    Right when Halleigh spoke, Tasha finally managed to unlock the door.
    As it opened, Halleigh backed away, hoping her prayer was answered and that Tasha would walk through that door. When Tasha entered the room, Halleigh was standing in the middle of the room, worry and fear written on her face.
    â€œOh, Hal,” Tasha said as she and Halleigh ran toward each other. They hugged like the long-lost sisters they were. Any animosity Tasha once held for Halleigh was out of the window. “Are you okay?”
    Halleigh, flooded with relief when she saw