Brotherly Love

32 * Love Lost

©JRF2016

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Very bad word in this part of the story. Don't hate, strickly for purpose of drama in the story. Papa Dixon is an ass. The idea popped into my head while I was taking a lunch break today and I think it worked. This chapter was really crazy for me to write. Hope y'all like it.
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Daryl watched as his baby sister tossing and turning through the night. If she wasn't tossing she was gasping for air like she always did. "No papa, don't," she pleaded in her sleep. "Please don't." Daryl wrapped his arm around her and hugged her tight.

"You're a no good filthy little whore," Pop screamed at her, "You're just as nasty as your damn mama was!" I had been gone for a week and was staying with the family down the street. I had made a best friend out of Anthony and we had been hanging out for a few weeks when he brought me back here last week to get me away from pop. Momma B wasn't really his momma but all the kids in the neighborhood still called her Momma B. She pretty much took us all in, well the ones that had trouble at home. The ones that needed help, she helped us. She was a saint and I loved her. She was the only adult in my life that gave a crap about me besides my brothers. Pop had beaten me pretty good and I ran to the only friend I had. They kept me safe and made me feel like a part of the family while I was here. "You best git outta here," Momma B spoke up, "That ain't no way for a man to talk to his little girl." Pop spun on her and his face grew redder. "Shut up bitch," he screamed, "I ain't listenin' to no nigger!" Anthony jumped up from his place on the couch and sucker punched pop who quickly recovered and hit him back, knocking him to the ground. Before anyone could do anything else pop grabbed me by the arm and dragged me back down the street to his house of pain. As soon as he was in the door he started beating on my again. He had gotten that old cord out and was swinging it fiercly. The stripes he made across my back with that thing before were opening up again and starting to bleed. I could feel my shirt sticking to me. I stayed away from school for the next week, healing. I didn't want anyone to see me like this, especially Anthony. We had only been friends for a few weeks but there was a real connection between us. I think I was actually having deeper feelings for him than just friendship.

That Thursday Anthony showed up at my house. He knocked on the door and I swung it open and pulled him inside checking to see if anyone had seen him. The street was empty. "What the hell, Tony!" I screamed at him, "Are you insane showin' up here? If pop catches you, he'll kill you!" My eyes started to water, "I can't have anything happen to you. you're the only friend I got. I care about you, I..." I stopped and stared at the floor. He walked up to me and lifted my chin, "I had to check on you," he said softly, "You ain't been in school." Before I could say anything he pressed his lips to mine. He pulled back and looked into my eyes and I stared into his brown ones. "You're more than just a friend to me. I've been in love with you way before we started hangin' out. I just never knew how to talk to you."    
   
       Our relationship grew from that day on. He would sneak over to see me when pop was gone.

     We were sitting on the bed in my room when I asked him, "Tony, have you ever been with a girl?"

"I'm with one now," he laughed. "You know what I mean." He got serious now and shook his head, "No."

"Do you wanna be with me?" He looked at me now and his eyes grew wide. "I've never done it because I wanted to." I lifted my t-shirt over my head and I noticed him start to shake. I smiled as I unclasped my bra and let it fall to the floor exposing my breasts. His breath caught in his throat as I took his hand and placed it on my breast. He started squeezing and his breathing was getting heavier. He laid me back on the bed and crawled over me. The look in his eyes like that of a tiger stalking its prey.