Her Vice

(1): Trinity

Trinity.  Trinity Cocaine Smith, my mom named me on November 12th at 1:35 am. I know it so well because my mom tells me everytime she's sober. My mother, man was she a character.

My mother introduced me to all I know- my whole look out  on life. How to survive...practically, in her words. My first time losing my virginity was when I was 13, she planned the whole event. A man named, Lance, he's locked up now. And after all he's done to me I'm glad that's where he is. All I know of him is he was quite careless and talked a whole lot of shit he could never back up. A nigga who thought he was everything like the sun rose for him each blessed morning. My mom said his pockets were fat from the will his deceased mother left behind. Saying he was vulnerable and easy to make moves on since he was distraught from the loss. Her ill plan made sense. I have no doubt that when his eyes landed on me he fell in love. I sweet talked him like he was the fluent of them all- something he probably wasn't used to. Intrigued by my maturing features, not caring of my age or anything else. Just where he was going to be freaking me. It was quick and painful. It dawned on my mom all she could get out of me- for not much but pull in a big crowd. Had me selling myself at thirteen all in the privacy of our home. The things that woman will do for drugs, I chuckled softly to myself.

"Trin," I glanced up at Craig who I've messed around a few times- he was a senior, held back at that. Going on nineteen. Mans didn't care as lim as he can make a move on every freshman that made their way through those doors. Disgusting. But who was I to judge?

"What?" I rolled my eyes. I really couldn't stand him he was just annoying and always starting drama.

"What you got an attitude for? Chill baby doll, but you gon give a nigga head or something. Know how you did for Malik..." He grinned, glancing at my ass. I scoffed and continued writing as I was. "That a no?"

"I ain't do shit for Malik, what he told you is lies...so," I shrugged and he chuckled. His phone tossed in my journal, loudly it was a video of me sucking off Malik at his house a few days ago. My heart sunk and I quickly turned it off, glaring around me. I knew multiple people heard. "Where'd you get this from?" I furrowed my eyebrows and felt the blood boil in me.

"You gon do what I asked?" I scoffed. "Well, I think the whole damn school body gon hear about this one. Where you want ya platform shawty? Twitter or Facebook," he arched an eyebrow.

"So you just gon blackmail me?" I slitted my eyes at him. He lowered down to my height, whispering in my ear.

"Please, that's childish. I'll ruin ya whole damn life," he glared back at me and I snickered.

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes and grabbed my things. Leaving the class before the bell even rung. I needed to find Malik right now. The anger completely took over me the more I replayed in my head and thought of who else may know. I stomped my way out past the doors to the back parking lot. It was cold out.

Spotting his Hyundai parked off to the back, from here the windows were visibly clouded with smoke. Banging my fist on the door and the window rolled down, "Man, what the fuck you want?!" He hollered, coughing wildly.

"So you just gon put me on blast like that?" He chuckled before going back into a coughing fit.

"Miss me with that, ain't like its nothing everybody already knows." I frowned and glared at him. "What? You mad cause everybody been up in it, it's a little video. Big deal," he shrugged and I felt like punching him dead in the eye.
"You exposed me. I-I just don't want that stuff out there," I frustratedly sighed feeling the sting at my eyes.

"You finna cry? If so take that shit somewhere else, ion got time." I gasped softly before walking back into the school. Pushing my body against the door and rubbing at my cold face.

"It's nothing, it means nothing." I breathed slowly. Only reason I think I was taking it so hard is because I actually was feeling Malik and I thought that we were beginning to develop something. Guess they all the same. Pulling myself together and swallowing the lump in my throat before making my way to the nearest bathroom. Thankfully there was no one in there, I fixed my slightly smudged makeup and brushed through my hair. Glancing up in the mirror I noticed three girls had walked in. I figured they'd go about their business ignoring me, but I guess that wasn't quite their plan.

"Excuse me?" The pretty, caramel one said batting her long lashes.

"Ye-" I began until the rude chocolate complexion girl commented, she was actually quite beautiful but her attitude made her ugly. "What's the need to be polite to this ho?" She scrunched her face up.

"Uh, you know who I am?" She pointed at herself.

"Nah, should I?" I lifted an eyebrow, I already felt the tension in the air. Something was going to go down.

"Well, I'm Malik's girlfriend and...its been rumored that you been talking and entertaining my man," she raised her eyebrows as I let out a little chuckle.

"This bastard."

"Excuse me? So you..."

"We messed around, but he never mentioned you. And I know I'm not the only one so I would definitely confront him rather than me." I guess the truth was too much for her to handle. She backhanded me and I grabbed a fistful of her hair punching her in the face. Her friend quickly jumped in while the other recorded. Blows went to my face and back before I could even defend myself like I wanted to. I ended up on the floor with stomps to my stomach, only reason they pulled from me was the loud voice. "HEY, Get up off of her!" I rolled over coughing hard before vomitting everywhere.

"Trinity, what the fuck?" Ocean quickly came to my aid. "I leave you alone for one second," she sighed with a soft expression. Stroking my bruised and bleeding face. "Let's get you up." She helped me off the ground and grabbed my things.

"Thank you," I mumbled.