"Suck 'em" he said pointing at 2 hairy things, that were shaped like golf balls.
"No" I said shaking my head rapidly. He then grabbed me by my hair still shoving his "thing" into Kays mouth.
"Aaaaahhhh" I screamed in horror and in pain as Kays face started turning dark red, and at the sound of hair ripping from my scalp.
"Let me goooo!" I yelled as he straddled my waist. He started kissing on my neck
I was screaming, horrified that this was happening. Kay was spitting out some white stuff, and choking at the same time.
"Get off of me! I dont wanna do this" I said right before he ripped off my pants. we were playing tug-a-war with them. I was not strong enough and when I let go, I hit my head blacking out.
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When I wokeup my neck, head, and legs hurt. My throat burned, and my lips had almost dry white stuff on them. I tried to get up, but instantly fell.
I heard running coming from down the hall, and forced my legs up to my chin, ignoring the pain surging through my lower half.
"You little whore" my mom screamed coming in my room with a look of hatred and anger mixed into her eyes
"W-what" i said with my lip quivering and tears threatening to come out
"Fuck you, you little man stealing bitch" she said to me, meaning every word
"He RAPED me! I screamed your name, and you didn't come! I cried, and cried, and you still didnt come! What kind of mom does that?!?" I screamed at her.
"Get the fuck up out my house, you ungrateful whore"
"Where am i gonna go?" i asked.
"Suck somebodys dick, like you did your stepfathers" she said getting angry all over again.
I couldnt hold the tears in any longer. I just let them go.
Flashback over
I never left the house that day, and I never spoke on it to Kay.
She now bullies me, and has changed so much. I get beat by her and her friends everyday. She is the leader of "The Clique" or "TC3". It was a group of 3 devilish studs. They were all beautiful, on the outside atleast. Everyone wants to be them. Everyone follows them around like slaves, why? I dont know. They are so cruel to people. They walk around looking like a million dollars, thinking they own any and everything. I miss the old her, but i guess its my fault.
But anyway, I know that I am very attractive under all the baggy clothe. Mixed with Puerto rican, and African American. My mom being African American, and dad being Puerto rican.
I miss my dad, he died 5 years ago when I was 11. He was my rock, backbone, heart, my everything. But he went missing, and the police just came to the conclusion that he was dead and no body was found. I miss him so much.
I didnt realize I was crying till my sweatpants had tears seeping through them.
I was broke out of my thoughts when the devil busted in.
"Bitch get the fuck up, fuck you crying for?" she said with a mean mug plastered on her face.
It was about 3 o'clock and from the looks of it. She was "going out" she had on a skimpy colorful dress, that showed all cleavage, part of her ass, and stopped right below her second pair of lips.
"Fuck you staring at dyke?" she spat at me.
There goes that word I hate so much.
"Stop calling me that! Im lesbian, not a dyke!" I yelled with tears stinging the back of my eyes. What mother could sit here and say that to their daughter.
She walked out of my room mumbling things I couldnt understand.
I sat there, chest heaving up and down.
My name is Jaylyn Starks. I am my mothers enemy. I have a sister who is treated way better than me, and receives all love a daughter should get. Shes a great person but she looks up to and acts just like my "mom" when shes around. My sister is sweet to me when we are alone. My mother makes her hit me, but I see the sympathy in her eyes, every night she prays with me before I go to bed, she also tucks me in sometime and kisses me on my head. Shes 21 years old and knows what i've been through. Shes the only one that has tried to help me.
"Sisssssyyyyyy" she screamed scaring the shit out of me.
"Where's she at?" i whispered in fear.
"I dont know she left a few minutes ago." she said back.
"Oh, on that note" i jumped up and gave her a big bear hug.
"Put your shoes on." she told me.
"What shoes?" i asked looking over in the corner of my very small room, at the two pairs of shoes that sat on top of eachother.
"Oh. Im sorry about everything you've been through. I should have been there and not hoeing around. I should've set an example for my only baby sister. Im so sorry, I love you with everything in me, im not listening to her anymore. I cant. I cant stand to see my baby hurt so much. Im sorry jaja." she said with tears rolling down her cheeks. I seen the sincerity in her eyes.
I got off of my twin sized bed and hugged her. Letting all of my emotions into that hug.
She wiped her tears and straightened up, and put on a weak smile.
"Come on. Im going to make it up to you." she said rushing me around.
"Put this on for now" she said handing me an addidas bag I didnt even noticed she had in her hand.
I took the bag saying thanks, and with that she walked out.
I opened it and was suprised to see a clean black and white addidas track suit, and a pair of all white shell toes.
I took a 15 minute shower, washing off all the negativity that was on my body and in my head. I threw on my last pair of clean black boxers and a black sports bra. I also threw on a black undershirt, and put the tracksuit on. Since I washed my hair in the shower, I let it air dry for a bit and was gonna wear it in a big poof, like usual, but my sister came in with a comb and brush. I was not used to anyone doing my hair so it hurt alot.
When she was finished I had about 8 long braids in my hair.
"Come on" she said standing up.
"Where we going?" i asked curiously
"Somewhere" was all she said before we were out the door.
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