Dee

I'm staring at myself in the mirror. My face is red and swollen with a cut on it from where he smacked me. I deserved to get smacked but I didn't think he had the balls to actually touch me. I know I was wrong but I didn't think he'd stoop that low. I sit on the toilet and break down crying. I'm crying for old and new. Everybody think my life just squeaky clean but it ain't. "How could I be so stupid?" I scream at myself. I look in the mirror then punch the glass. I fall over on the sink, crying my heart out. "How could I be so damn dumb?" I mumble, staring at my blood and glass mixed In the sink. I stare at my swollen face through the bits and pieces of the broken glass. "Hell naw. Aint no mothafucka gon touch me." I scream. Now I'm mad as hell thinking about it. I can't believe I let that shit fly. I open the door and take my heels off. I run down the stairs, past all the people. I spot him at the marble kitchen table drinking a beer, nodding his head to the music, And watching his grandpa and his friends shoot dice. I run at him and tackle him out the chair into the wall. "You fucking bastard, gon put your damn hands on me like you crazy!" I scream, throwing wild punches. "What the- Mane, move cause you busted my mouth!" He growls, trying to hold me off him. "Shut the fuck up! I fuckin hate you! I was wrong but you didn't have to hit me, Chresanto!" I scream. My sudden anger is turning into hurt for some reason. "Damn, I fucked up! I ain't ever wanted to hit you! I was mad and it happened, Dee I'm sorry but we both in the wrong!" He yells, getting held back by his uncle. "What the hell is goin on in here?" His momma screams. "I fucking hate you..." I mumble, letting his grandpa pin me to the wall. "Everybody give these two a minute! Please go to the backyard for a second!" Dre yells over the music. All the curious guests grab their shit and walk outside. Dre closes the curtains to the backyard then walks out. His uncles leave, leaving just us two and his granddad and momma. "What the hell is goin on?" His momma screams at us. I roll my eyes. Chres starts staring at me with an angry but guilty look in his eyes. "Yall fighting like yall still damn thirteen years old! Neither of yall are still children! Yall went five years without talking so why in the hell yall fighting in the middle of these kids' birthday party?" Grandpa fluffy snaps. "Mane, granddaddy ask her. Why you jump on me, Dee?" he sarcastically asks. "Don't play dumb. You tell him." I snarl. My emotion going crazy. One second I'm mad, the next I'm hurt, then mad all over again. "Ma, did you know you have another granddaughter?" He asks. "no. I figured tho. Hailey, right?" She asks, looking at me. "Yes ma'am." I mumble. "He still didn't have to put his hands on me." I say. "You know I taught you better than that!" Granddad growls in his face. "Aight granddaddy, dang! I didn't mean to! She dirty as hell for what she did too tho!" He yells back. "That still ain't no reason to put ya hand on her." granddad snarls. I shake my head. "I said I'm sorry. It ain't like I can take it back." Chres says. "DeErra, why would you keep that from me?" His monma calmly asks. I put my face in my hands crying. "I don't know, ok? I'm leaving Cj and Hailey here. I'll pick them up later." I say. "Ok, baby." She says, hugging me. "I understand." She whispers in my ear. Ms. Cindy is so smart. I look at chres then walk out.

Royal

Now she ain't answering the phone. I'm slick annoyed with her right now. I hate it when my girl don't pick up the phone. That shit be having me thinking im gon have to body a nigga. I hear the door downstairs. Bout time. She walks in our room looking sad as a mothafucka. Mane, her baby daddy was over there. Let me find out a nigga the reason she ain't smiling. "Baby, come here." I say. She ignores me. "DeErra." I say, getting up. I wrap my arms around her. "Whats wrong?" I ask. "Nothing. I'm ok." She says. I grab her chin. "The fuck yo face swollen and cut for?" I ask. "One of the kids threw a rock and it hit me in my face." She says. I stare at her and shake my head. She act like I don't know when she lying. "Lie again." I say. "I'm for real, Royal move." She says. "The hell I do?" I ask. She sighs. "Dee, bruh why you sitting here lying?" I snap. She sighs then throws me on the bed. She gets on top of me and starts grinding on my dick, pulling it out. "Dee... Why the fuck you lying? Ohh shit." I moan, gripping her hips, letting her ride on me. "Shut up." She moans.

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