"You need to give it up. Had about enough. It's not hard to see. The boy is mine." - Brandy & Monica

LIAH

I open my eyes, then sit up. My head is killing me. My eyes widen. I'm in some type of Sesame Street room. I look to my left, then gasp. Darius is sleeping with hickeys and lipstick stains all over his chest and neck. He's shirtless and he's only in his underwear. I look down, then gasp. I'm completely naked, and between my legs is sore, and covered in white, meaning something that shouldn't have happened last night in fact happened. My eyes tear up. I slap Darius in his face. "You råped me?" I scream, hitting him over and over. He blankly stares at me, then throws me off the bed, then closes his eyes. "I'm trynna sleep, man, fuck outta here." he groans.

"Oh my God, I'm calling the police! Between my legs hurt! Why did you do this to me?" I scream and cry. He sits up. "Rąpe you? I didn't do shit to you that you didn't beg and get on my nerves for and that's a fact." he says. I wipe my eyes, feeling completely disgusted. I snatch the blanket off of the bed, then wrap myself in it because I'm very self conscious when it comes to my body.

"What did we do, Darius?" I choke out over my tears. "You voluntarily took an ecstacy pill. Vonte wasn't gonna give it to you but you insisted. Once that kicked in, you and him got buck ass wild. You took everyone off except your underwear and started dancing on me. I tried to stop you but you insisted. Then you pulled me back here and practically begged to suck me off, and that's what you did. Then I told you to sleep it off. I slep far from you, then you crawled on top of me trying to fuck. You kept on kissing and sucking on me, then you took your panties off. You damn near broke my fingers trying to get me to finger you.
I eventually gave in and fingered you, you couldn't handle it worth nothing. So, then, I went to sleep." he explains in an irritated tone.

"Why would you do that? Why did you allow me to use drugs and drink alcohol?" I yell at him. "You eighteen years old, what the fuck do I look like trying to control you, Liah? Nobody forced you, you asked him for that pill and he warned you." he says. I put my face in my hands.

"Where's my phone?" I ask. I need to call my parents. They're probably worried sick about what happened to me last night. He pulls it from underneath his pillow, then tosses it at me. "Hurry up." he snaps on me. I look at him crazy. "Why do you have an attitude?" I ask. "Because I'm tired of your annoying ass crying." he answers.

I roll my eyes, then call my dad. As expected, him and my mom blew my phone up. I have plenty of notifications for social media, more than I've ever had and I don't understand why. I'll check later.

"Liah, where are you?" my father yells in his thick, Chinese accent. "Uh, hey, daddy." I mumble. Even though I'm eighteen, I still live with my parents, and I still have rules I have to abide by and being home by eleven on week days is one of them.

"Do not hey daddy me, where are you, Liah? Not play with me, LiLi, I swear, not play with me!" he goes off. Darius starts laughing. "Damn, angry Chinese people trying to speak English trip me out." he says. "Is that boy I hear? LiLi, I chop his dıck off and put it in fried rice, LiLi, what you think this is, huh?" he fusses at me.

"Liah Andrea Wang! Where the fuck you at?" my mom yells into the phone. She's usually a proper black woman, but today she sounds like one of the mad black women on television.

"I went to a friend's house and watched videos on brain development. I accidentally fell asleep. Mom, dad, I'm sorry." I lie. The guy I remember as Vonte busts in the room. "Happy birthday to my lil nigga Darius! You eighteen and whether you still a virgin or not is still a mystery, nigga, but that's changing tonight!" Vonte yells, humping the air.

"Who the fuck is that?" both of my parents holler at the exact same time. "Oh shit." Darius says, laughing. "Vonte, you just got her caught." he adds, laughing as he pulls on a pair of Vonte's sweats he took out the drawer.

"Oh, that was the television." I lie. "I'm gonna knock your teeth out. Come home, now!" my mom growls, then hangs up. "I'm dead." I say, mentally planning my funeral.

"Damn, you lied about yo age?" Vonte asks me. "No, my parents are just very strict. I was supposed to be home by eleven. I never do drugs or sexual things." I cry. "I can't tell. Stop lying." Darius says. I shake my head, wiping my eyes. "Vonte, can you please bring me my clothing from yesterday?" I ask, holding the blanket around me tighter. "We saw you naked last night, so you might as well stop playing shy and get up and get your own shit." he answers, plopping down on the bed.

I roll my eyes at him. He cuts his eyes at me while handing Darius five rubber bands full of hundreds and a gold, diamond chain for his birthday. "Thank you." Darius says, putting the chain around his neck. "$18,000.00 for eighteen years of life. I love you, D." Vonte says, being serious for once.

I roll my eyes at them as they have their moment, then stand, still wrapped in the blanket. I walk to the front of the house, then grab my clothes that are scattered out. I put them on, then start searching for my shoes. I spot them tied to a sex swing that's hanging from the ceiling. "Oh my God." I mumble, staring at painted smiley faces on the side of them.

I walk to the back. "Vonte, what on earth? Who painted my freaking shoes?" I ask. "You did it with my nephew, Jessie's art set my brother left over here." he answers, shrugging his shoulders.

Darius tosses my car keys at me. "Bounce." he demands. "What? Darius, I hate the way you act so hood around other people. You are not about that life, you're a future college student just like I am, so stop pretending!" I yell at him. It hurts my feelings when he does this. He'd act like he genuinely cared about me when it was just us, but around those hood people he's friends with, I'm a nobody.

"Leave, Liah, damn." he says. "Why?" I ask. "I said so. I don't even look at you the same." he says. "Fuck you." I mumble. He shakes his head. I unlock my phone, then scream at the pictures I uploaded from my own account. I had spėrm all over my face and chest, and I was completely naked, smiling for my camera. I even tagged Darius.

"I feel sick." I mumble, staring at all the hateful comments people who know who we are left. People reposted it and everything, laughing at me, calling me bad names. I immediately delete the pictures from my page, but it's too late, hundreds of people already spread them.

"All I put on there was her dancing and you couldn't even see her body or face. I deleted it though." Vonte says, shrugging his shoulders. "Did you put these pictures on here?" I growl at Darius, ready to take my chances and try to fight him. I'm very smart, I'm supposed to be mentally preparing for college and here I am being laughed at because of something I don't even remember.

"Fuck no, I didn't put the pictures up. You did that dumb ass shit talking about you love my facial. Get out." Darius says. I push him into the wall. "I hate you!" I scream. "You mad at me because you wanted to show out and pop an ecstacy when Vonte warned you about em? Man, blame yourself. I don't have any kids to make decisions for, so don't expect me to hold your hand through life. It's your fault, dumb fuck." he goes back off on me.

"Dumb fuck? Who was valedictorian? It was me! How am I dumb?" I yell. "Okay, you got it by one fucking point and you know just like I know it was supposed to be me! If I didn't spend hours everyday helping your stupid ass out with your work, there's no way you would've even came close to having a G.P.A. as high as mine!" he yells back. "Hell no! What about the time in tenth grade when you didn't freaking understand the simplest fucking geometry formula, and I spent five hours trying to help you! You would've failed geometry if it wasn't for me, buddy boy!" I yell, pointing my finger in his face. "Get your finger out of my face! You remember when we had to take end of the year exams during freshman year, and I gave you every single answer cause your dumb ass didn't know it and you winded up making a hundred cause of me? Ha! I'm smarter!" he yells. "Hell no, hell no, and hell no! Remember when we had a project in biology, and you did it completely wrong and I skipped first period with you to help you get it right, and you ended up getting a one hundred afterwards? Dumb ass!" I yell back. "Whaaaaaat? What about that time-" Vonte cuts him off "What about that time when yall needed to shut the fuck up?" he sarcastically asks. "You shut up!" both of us yell at him.

"Fine! Remember in honors English junior year, your stupid ass paid no attention whatsoever during class and didn't understand how Mr. Lee wanted the research papers and no one would help you? I went home and did my own research paper, then stayed up all night long doing yours so you wouldn't fail eleventh grade! You never even thanked me, bastard ass dummy!" he yells. "What? I'm never saying thank you, you low organism!" I yell. "You're the scum of the earth, you piece of butt hair!" he yells. Vonte face palms himself. "When two geeky ass, nerd ass, smart ass people argue." he mumbles to himself, shaking his head.

"You get on my nerves, Darius." I say. "You get on mine too. You didn't even tell me happy birthday so I'm pissed now." he says. "Happy birthday, bastard!" I yell. He throws his middle finger up, then hugs me. "Bye, thot." he says. I push him off of me, then walk out of there, shaking my head.

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I'm in my car listening to One Direction as I drive home. I really need to stop at the grocery store to buy some stuff to bake Darius a cake for his birthday. I pull over in the parking lot of Walmart, then park towards the back. I get out, checking my phone. "There that hoe go, Yanda!" I hear some girl scream. Before I can say anything, multiple girls start beating my ass against my car, stomping on me. I tried my best to defend myself, but it's atleast ten of them. "Bitch! That nigga is my nigga, the fuck you thought this was?" Yanda screams, then stomps me in my head, immediately making everything around me go black.

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