The second Sunday in March, 1930.
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She held tightly to his dark body, as he continued his slow thrusts. Lips brushing against lips, breaths conjoining into one, the pain of what was now replaced by an overwhelming amount of pleasure.

Her hands tightened into fists, gripping at his shirt, as an overwhelming surge of emotions course through her body.

Research says that your first time was painful, and indeed it was, but Assad was mindful of her. Mindful to take good care of her, and make sure she was truly ready, mentally and physically for the process of losing her virginity.

"I love you so much." She whispered into his ears, and he raises up to look at her, many emotions of his own flashing through his eyes.
"I love you too Paulina. So much." He whispers.

Tears fill her eyes, and he leans down to kiss them away. They both knew the forbidden factors of their love, yet they choose to relish in it. She didn't know how to describe the deep pleasure that filled every inch of her body, the love that she had for the boy above her.

The intense tightness in her stomach, the fervid fire coursing through her body, and overtaking her mind; It was as if she was completely bonded to him: mind, body and soul.

"Assad." She softly whimpers as her climax drew nearer, her mouth falling agape as she feels a knot form in her stomach. The feeling of it immensely mind boggling.

He begins to thrust harder into her heavenly walls, causing a loud moan to escape her lips, but he muffles it with his mouth. Her body begins to uncontrollably shake beneath him as an overpowering sensation of release completely washes over her body, his mouth swallowing each and every glorious sound of her moans.

Tears fell from her eyes as her body tingled from the bliss of their love making, Assad racing towards his own release, before a warm thickness fills her, causing a shiver to run down her spine.

They had done it. They had consummated their love. She truly couldn't have felt more happier.

"I do not care anymore! I am done with the bloody bastard!" They hear her mother's angry voice outside the door, and Assad quickly jumps off of her, the sudden abrupt removal of his member causing her to hiss out in pain of what felt like a tear had happened.

"Are you-" He goes to check on her but the light to her room switches on and they both freeze, looking towards her shocked mother.

"Mom-"

"How dare you you bloody bastard!" She rushes into the room at him, clawing and angrily hitting at him.
"You dare rape my daughter!"

"Mother please! He did nothing wrong!" Paulina runs over to them, ignoring the pain that grew as she moved. She pushes her mother away from him, and stands protectively in front of him.

"We made love Mama." She tells her.

"What do you know about love Paulina? You are seventeen years old! You still think the world is filled with only sunflowers and roses."
She grabs at her hair, pulling her away from Assad and towards the bed, pushing her sit down.
"Do not move!" She tells her, and goes back over to Assad in a rage, slapping him hard across his face, over and over again, very pleased that he just took it.

Paulina watched with tears as he drops to his knees, rubbing his hands together begging her with tears falling down his face. He didn't seem to care that his private was exposed anymore.

"Please Mrs.Kingst-" She grabs him by his neck, and Paulina rushes over to them in horror when she sees her mother's nails piercing into his skin.

"Mother please, let him go!" She grabs hold of her mother's wrist.

"I should have you killed for raping my daughter." Both their eyes widen in horror.

"He didn't-"

"Shut up Paulina!" She lets him go, grabbing Paulina by the collar of her dress.
"If you knew what was good for you, you stupid child, you would remain quiet! Are you not aware of what you have done!? No one will marry you now. You are tainted, and that by a black man!"

She stares up at her mother with tears running down her face; the pain between her thighs becoming unbearable.

Mrs. Kingston huffs out in frustration, letting her foolish daughter, walking towards the door, while she murmuring under her breath. Paulina tries to ignore the pain and go towards Assad but mother spins around, yelling for her to stay away from him.

"Did you release in her?" She asks Assad and he slowly nods and she looks to her daughter, walking over to her and slapping her across her face.

"You foolish girl! So greedy for cock that you would tarnish your own reputation!"

"I love him Mama." She cries.
"I love him so much."

"You are to marry into the Ignius family. We had plans- what am I to do now Paulina!? Please tell me what am I to tell your betrothed and his family!" Paulina lowers her head to the floor.

"What is with all the yelling?" They all look towards the door, Mr. Kingston entering. His eyes do a quick scan of them all, lingering a little longer on Assad, and his face slowly becomes red in anger.

"Why are you half naked boy?!"

"He raped her!" Paulina's eyes widen in fear, glancing at Assad who lowers his head once again, fists folded tightly on his laps.

"I came in to find him forcing her against her will my love." Her mother feigns distress, fake tears easily falling from her eyes.

Mr. Kingston stomps over to Assad but Paulina runs over to protect him again, ignoring the pain between her legs. She blocks him from her father's wrath, holding her arms out wide.

"You protect the boy that raped you?!"

"He didn't father! Please don't believe mother. I wanted it father, I wanted him." She cries, and he stares at her surprised. Mrs. Kingston rushes over to them, grabbing hold of her foolish daughter's hand, pulling her from between them.

"No!" Paulina yells, trying to get her to let go her hand.

"I told you to remain quiet little girl." She rips her hand from her mother's hold, and it only angers her more.

"I will not let you accuse him of something he did not do! I love him!" Mrs. Kingston begins to laugh.

"She loves him she says." She turns to Mr. Kingston, who was still silent, staring at the boy.
"Your seventeen year old daughter is in love." She sings mockingly. Paulina does not cower from her gaze when she turns to look at her, and it raises her mother's wrath to another level.
"You stupid.." she raises her hand to hit her, making Paulina cover her face with my arms, but it never happens.

"Let me go Gregory!" She lowers her arms looking towards her parents, surprised.

"Stop it Tabatha, and let me close the door, so we can talk." Father firmly tells her, and she obeys. He walks back over to the door, shutting it close and leaning against it. He looks to his baby girl, her red eyes causing his heart to ache.

"You will not let her get away with this Gregory!" He looks back to his wife.
"How dare she ruin our repu-"

"ENOUGH ABOUT OUR REPUTATION TABATHA!!" He yells, standing straight. Paulina stared at them in shock, seeing as she has have never heard her father yell at her mother before.

Mrs. Kingston softly chuckles, shaking her head.
"So she," she turns and points towards her daughter. "can shag the son," she points to Assad. "and you..." she points back at her husband, "can screw his father." Mr. Kingston's face falls blank, both Paulina and Assad staring at him in disbelief.

Father likes men? Paulina asks herself.

"Maybe I should have some fun with the mother then. What do you think of that husband? You think mommy dearest will be up for it Assad!" she shouts, turning to look at him, and he looks down making her scoff humorously.

"Or maybe," she slowly walks over to her husband, "maybe I should let you watch your lover please me. How about that?" Mr. Kingston slaps her across her face, and she bursts out laughing.
How long has this been going on? Paulina thinks as she watches the two, bewildered.

"You good for nothing bastard!" She hits him back and he grabs her by her neck.

"Watch your tone woman."

"Or what? What will you do Mr. Kingston?" She taunts him, and he clenched his jaw in anger. "Exactly, nothing." She pushes his hand off her.
"I want them gone from my house or else Gregory!" She points in his face, and storms out the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

Mr. Kingston looks to his daughter again, and she lowers her head, making him sigh. How did I not realize? He asks himself as he looks between the two young people.

"Put on your pants boy." He tells Assad, feeling truly tried within.

"Yes sir." Assad replies and Paulina looks over to him through tears. She wanted to go to him, but she couldn't move, the pain was far to excruciating now, making her afraid to move.

Assad finishes dress, taking a quick glance at her, before lowering his head once again.

"Go to her." He looks up to the older man in shock. "This is last time you will be seeing her." He tells him, but the sound of his daughter's heartbroken wails caused his eyes to glisten with tears.

"Papa please. Please don't let him go." She drops to the ground, clutching at the collar of her dress as the pain in her heart overpowered the one she felt in her body. Assad instantly rushes over, trying to help her to stand but she cries out in pain, alarming both males.

"Paulina what is wrong?!" Her father takes a knee in front of her, worry drenched on his face.

"Paulina you're badly bleeding!" Assad makes notice as he sees the red liquid begin to soak through her dress.

"She has to see the doctor now!" Assad tells her father, but she continued to cling to him sobbing like a baby.

"This was not suppose to happen Assad." She cries.

"I know love." He mutters sadly, carefully lifting her up bridal style.

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She stood by the window with the help of Marsha, watching as Assad and his family walked towards their awaiting car.

Marsha had informed her that her mother had told Mrs. Benjamin of everything, and how the woman responded with a rage; slapping and cursing at her husband and son.

Paulina understood her anger. Their only source of income was now gone, especially with the depression the economy is undergoing, but she hated her mother even more. She had no heart; threatening the family to ruin their lives if they were to ever break the contract they signed.

My eyes follow Assad as he walks up to the trunk of the car, placing his things inside.

"Assad." I softly mutter, stretching my hand out to him. I watch with tears in my eyes as he looks up to me, but his mother pushes at him to get into the car. She glances up at me, and I see her face soften slightly, but hardens once again when she looks to her husband who walks up to her, and she scoffs getting in the car.

Paulina could not fathom this. It felt like her heart was leaving her.

"Assad!" She shouts as the car begins to drive down the graveled road. She tries to go after him, but Marsha's tight grip stopped her from doing so.

"You have to be careful, madam. The doctor said any sudden movements can cause the tear to worsen."

"Put the child back to bed." She hears her Mother's cold voice enter the room.

"Yes Ma'am." Marsha helps her over to the bed, and she was thankful the pain was not as excruciating as before seeing as she was on pain reliever tablets.

"The doctor will be keeping a close eye on you for any signs of pregnancy. If you do so happen to become pregnant, the proper treatment will be provided." Marsha's eyes widen at her madam's words.

Would she really go so far as to harm her own child for the sake of their reputation? Marsha thought to herself.

"Mother pleas-"

"Also," she cuts her off.
"Carl and his family will be joining us for dinner tomorrow night so we can discuss your union. Make sure she's presentable by then please Marsha." She tells Marsha and turns to walk out the door.

"I will never forgive you if you kill my child mother, nor will I ever love that bastard you have me to marry." Mrs. Kingston stops and turns to her daughter, a blank expression on her face.

"You speak so freely." She walks up to the edge of the bed. "Are you even aware of the world you live in Paulina? I will never I will never, would you rather they kill your lover, and completely tarnish the littlest of innocence that remains in you? Do you expect that you would be able to run away and live happily ever after?
That's not how it works Paulina. Ask Marsha just how badly colored people are treated just because of the color of their skin that they cannot help to have. Killed without cause, framed and blamed and no one stands for them." Paulina glances at Marsha who holds her head down, and she lowers her own, tears beginning to fall from her eyes once again.

"That is the world we live in Paulina. So hate me all you want when I am only trying to protect my daughter from the cruelty of this world; and as far as never loving Carl goes...only a fool would hate a good man. Some of us have to deal with cheating rats that like men." She turns and leaves, slamming the door shut.