Dirty Laundry
Prologue
- Summer of 2012
"Mama, please don't do this to me! Where am I gonna go?" I cried.
After reporting the news of me being pregnant, my mother immediately began to pack up my things. When she learned who I was pregnant by, it got worse –she put her hands on me. My mother was never violent with me, not even as a child, so I know she's enraged. My older sister, Kimbella, simply stood at the door watching the scene before her eyes.
Malik Wright -- this is his fault. He got me pregnant and he has turned everyone against me. Unfortunately, he's all me and my unborn have. I think this is how he wanted it though.
Kimbella Mantez -- my older sister. Since the age of ten, she's been rewarded for her talents and knowledge. Unlike me, she's always met the expectations of my mother. My father always gave me more attention than her though, I guess because he noticed how my mother acted as though I didn’t even exist. So, when Papá died, I was basically invisible. And when I was visible, I was always in the shadow of Kimbella.
"Where you gonna go? Do you think I care? If you know like I know, you'll get up out my face before you get fucked up," she harshly answered.
"You wanna be a hoe, I'ma treat you like one and throw you out on your ass. I'm sick of raising a grown ass child!"
She threw my last suitcase out the door, allowing it to fall down the porch steps. I wiped the tears from my eyes and dialed Malik, he picked up on the fourth ring --just when I was about to hang up.
"Wassup?" His rough, edgy voice sounded through my cellular.
"I need you Malik, I really need you," I whispered into the phone as I picked up my two suitcases.
"Baby, why you crying? Who fucking with you?" He asked, as if he cares.
He treats me like his property. Meaning, only he can hit me, only he can touch me, only he can upset me, and so on.
"My mama kicked me out, I need a place to chill," I said before adding quickly, "Just until I can get back on my feet."
He chuckled, sounding as if he already knew what was up.
"I'm two minutes away from your block, so just sit tight," he instructed with a smile.
How do I know he's smiling? Because his voice just got all light, like he's floating or some shit.
In precisely two minutes, Malik's silver BMW was pulling up my mama's driveway. I rushed to the car, pulling my suitcases along with me. My mother loathes Malik; she hates him with a passion. Everything he does or owns ticks her nerves. I don't know why, I feel like it’s because of his occupation though.
When I got inside the car, Malik looked over at me with a wicked grin before placing his large hand over my flat stomach.
"H—How did you know?" I asked, a little frightened by his sudden movements.
"I've been stabbing holes in our condoms," he answered with a sinister smile.
What the fuck? Did he really just say that? Why would he purposely be trying to get me pregnant? I'm only eighteen, I have a future! Well had a future! I'm stuck with this psycho nigga now!
"What? Why?" I asked, rage filling my eyes.
"Because you're mine," he simply responded.
As if it’s nothing! Like this shit is okay!
"Yours? No I'm not! You think you God or some shit?" I asked without thinking.
Think before you speak Kimmy!
Malik's left backhand came pounding against my left cheek, sending me against the window.
"Excuse me? Bitch I am your God, remember that!" He exclaimed, and then put the car in drive.
I came to the realization that this is the first of many days in HELL.