This Is An Old Book That Has Been Deleted On Accident And Someone Plagiarized It. Hopefully That Person Gets Caught And Get's What They Deserve. For Now There's Nothing I Can Do Because It Had Been Deleted. This Will Be The Rough Draft Because There Were Lots Of Mistakes On The First One. Anyways Enjoy Vote and Comment.
My Name Is Taler. Taler Daniels. I Have Two Kids, A Girl And A Boy. Marc And Darline. They're Twins And Their Daddy Is White, Giving Them The Lightest Shade Of Caramel Colored Skin With A Head Full Of Loose Curls. My Babies Are Only 9 Months Old And Getting Pretty Big. They Get That From Their Father.
I'm Not Short Or Petite But I'm Average Sized For A Teenager. Standing At 5'6 With A Wide Waist And Thick Hips. Having A Coke Bottle Shape, I Was Always Turning Heads, Even Though My Breast Only Filled A "B" Cup. My Dark Brown Hair And Eyes Complimented My Milk Chocolate Skin.
I'm Only 17 And A Senior In High School. I'm A SchoolGirl By Day And An Exotic Dancer By Night. I Mean, I Got To Do What I Got To Do To Take Care Of My Babies. They Deserve The Life I Only Dreamed Of.
My Dad Lives in New York Right Now But He Has Houses Everywhere. Well He's A Kingpin So Yea. My Mom Only Has My Older Brothers And I But My Dad Has Kids Everywhere. He Moves Around Alot So He Really Isn't Looking To Settle Down. You Know, He Still Young, He Wants To Live His Life.
I Have So Many Half Brothers And Sisters It Aint Even Funny.
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I Wake Up This Morning To The Sound Of My Mom And Her Husband Arguing Again. I Don't Claim That Niqqa At All. I Hate Him. He's Got My Momma Wrapped Around His Finger. Her Head Is So Far Up Her Ass That I Don't Even Feel Comfortable Calling Her My Mother Anymore.
Every Now And Then He Would Rape Me. I Mean I Wouldn't Actually Consider It Rape Because Mama Just Tells Me To Cooperate. Im So Tired Of Fighting Him That I Actually Do As I'm Told. I Was So Tired Of Waking Up To See The Women Who Raised Me With A Black Eye. Tired Of Hearing Her Scream For Help. Tired Of Seeing The Woman Who Was Suppose To Be My Rock, Run To Me For Safety. I Gave Up And Let The Bastard Have His Way With Me. For My Mother's Sake.
I Remember the First Time He Actually Started Molesting Me. I Was 11 And Afraid. I Finally Grew A Pair And Told My Mom. I Could Have Sworn She Slap The Black Off Of Him. He Held His Face And Glared At Mama Like She Was Crazy. In Return He Beat Her Ass And Kicked Us Out. For 3 Whole Days We Were Homeless And Starving.
For Some Reason We Ended Back At His House. She Knocked On The Door And Some Unknown Women Opened. "Who The F*ck Are You" The Woman Said In Disgust.
I Rolled My Eyes And Got Ready To Say Something Until The Bastard Showed Up. He Sized Us And Gave Me a Look. The Nerve Of This Niqqa I Thought To Myself. In The Presence Of My Mother.
" Get Your Ass in The F*ckin Room. Don't Be Answerin My Door" He Yelled At The Woman. She Did As She Was Told Like A Well Trained B*tch And Walked To The Room Him And My Mother Shared.
He Opened The Door Wider, Extending His Arm, Inviting Us In. I Went Straight Into The Kitchen Raiding His Fridge. I Was Hungry As Hell. The Bastard And My Mother Were Outside Talking About Who Knows What. They Were Probably Making Up Or Something. All The While I'm Devouring A Sandwich.
They Walked Into The Kitchen Interrupting Me. My Mom Sends Me A Worried Look. The Bastard Walks Upstairs And Mama Walks Towards Me. I Offer Her Some Of My Sandwich. She Denies It And Leads Me To The Living Room.
The Bastard Comes Back Downstairs With The Tramp In His Grip. She Sends Me And Mama A Death Glare As He Pushes Her Through The Door. If Looks Could Kill I'd Be 6 Feet Under. He Gives My Mom A Look Along With A Head Nod. Mama Brings Me Upstairs To Her Room And Takes Me A Shower. I Guess I Reek That Bad.
Mama Prepared A Bubble Bath For Me And Let Me Soak Before She Scrubbed The Stench Away. She Washed My Hair With Her Herbal Essence Shampoo. Something Had To Be Up. She Only Washed My Hair With This On Special Occasions.
She Wrapped Me In A Freshly Washed Towel And Dried My Petite Body As Well As My Hair. She Applied Make-Up On My Flawless Face And Sprayed Her Favorite Body Perfume On My Now Dry Skin. She Even Put Her Silk Robe On Me. She Brushed My Shoulder Length Nappy Hair Up Into A Messy Bun On The Top Of My Head. Wow. This Must Be A Big Event. I Thought To Myself Again.
"You Love Mommy Don't You?" Mama Asked.
"Yes Of Course Mom. What's Going On?" I Asked In Response.
"You'd Do Anything For Mommy Wont You?" She Asked Looking At Me Through The Mirror In Front Of Us. I Turn In The Chair And Faced Her.
"Of Course Mama. Why Are You Acting Like This?" I Ask Looking At Her Confused. Instead Of Responding, She Just Takes A Pair Of Earrings From Her Jewelry Box And Try To Put Them On Me. I Jump Back. I Don't Wear, Eat, Or Use Anything That Bastard Purchases. (That Sandwitch Was An Exception) She Looks At Me With Teary Eyes. Defeated, I Let Her Put It On Me.
"Wait Here" She Says After Placing A Kiss On My Forehead. She Walks Out Of The Room Leaving Me To Admire Myself In The Mirror Before Me. I Hear The Door Open Again.
"Momma I Look Beautiful" I Say Without Looking Up. The Lights Were Shut Off In Response. Before I Could Scream For Help I Was Being Lifted And Thrown On The King Sized Bed. My Mothers Robe Was Torn From My Flesh Leaving Me Butt Naked.
I Felt Him Position Himself At My Entrance. He Then Stuffs His Shaft In Me Demolishing Any Walls I Could Possibly Have. I Was Experiencing The Worst Pain In My Life. I Screamed To The Top Of My Lungs As I Tried To Fight Him Off. It Was No Use. My Small Fist Didn't Phase Him. If Anything It Made It Worse. I Felt Him Going Faster And His Strokes Felt Deeper, If Possible.
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I Looked At The Clock Next To Us And It Has Only Been 2 Minutes. Although It Felt Like 2 Hours, I Knew He Wouldn't Stop Until He Felt Satisfied, Which Would Last Another 30 Minutes. Tears Rolled Down My Face As I Glared At Nothing In Particular.
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The Bastard Was Finished With Me A Few Minutes Later. Tears Still Streaming Down My Face As I Felt Myself Leak. It Was Then and There That I Finally F*cking Realized That My Own Mother Set Me Up. I Was Betrayed.
I Laid In The Same Position I Was Forced In, To Weak To Move. The Bastard Then Had The Audacity To Pull Me Into His Arms As He Placed His Head In The Crook Of My Neck. I Slowly Drifted To Sleep After I Planned How I Would Run Away.
Yall Probably Wondering Why I'm Not Using "The Bastards" Name. Well Thats What He Should Be Referred To Because He's Not Human In My Eyes.
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