Durkio Krazy (Short Story)

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Trying to understand my mistakes is like riding a bike for the first time. It's not that hard once you've gotten the hang of it, but me? I'll never be able to control everything I've done and my feelings. I was broken before I knew what broken was or meant. I've been deceived my entire life. I honestly never met anybody that has showed true care for me over the eighteen years that I've been living and if I did, I hardly remember it. Everything made sense when I had 'him.'

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"You don't love me anymore?" I questioned with tears falling from my face. "I did everything in my power to keep you happy, a-and now you're just leaving me. Like t-that?" By now I probably look like a YouTube makeup guru that's been standing in the rain for five hours. Mascara running down my cheeks, lipstick smeared, sitting in the corner with my face between my knees. There was something about the way he looked at me with pure anger in his eyes, almost like killers in a horror movie when they set their eyes on their victims. "Get the fuck out." He said it calmly without any remorse in his eyes. I just stared at him in disbelief, tears still running down my face. "Fuck is you looking at me for? I said get the fuck out."

        There weren't always bad days. Those sorts of days came later in the relationship. He would shower me with candies, flowers, and chocolates. He would always tell me I was beautiful, and I was stupid enough to believe him. I wasted so many years with him. Six years out of my eighteen. I can't leave him now; this is my home. My mother died in a car accident. I remember it because I was there. She was an alcoholic. Alcohol was like her heroin; she couldn't go a day without it. I was only eight years old at the time. It was nine forty-five at night when we were driving to the liquor store so she could get her fix. The store closed at ten o'clock on Sundays. She was driving so fast, like if she missed this opportunity, she would have a nervous breakdown. It was so cold and snowy, we lived on the other side of town. I knew we weren't going to make it in time and so did she. She sped up, going about sixty miles per hour around a bend. It was a complete white out. It was so dark that I couldn't tell if the road was straight or curved. It was too late, she chose straight, but I had the feeling we were supposed to curve to the left. She ran us into a tree. At first, I saw the headlights getting brighter and brighter. Next thing you know I was face first into the dashboard; glass shattered over my head. It must've been the adrenalin because I didn't feel a thing. I looked over and there she was, on the left of me. Her face planted between the cushion of the airbag. I tried shaking her a couple of times, but there was no movement, no sign of life in her body. I shook harder which led to no avail. I was there in the passenger seat all alone. Clueless of what to do. I just cried until somebody spotted us.

        It was a man and a boy. The man looked about forty-something years old. He was really tall with a dark complexion. The boy had a lighter complexion, almost like a mocha, he looked to be about my age. eight, or nine even. The man said his name was Darrell. He took me into his home and called the police. I kept looking out the window. My mother's car and her body were surrounded by policemen and an ambulance by now. The boy gave me a hug and said, "it'll be alright, my mom died when I was three." He gave me a sad look. "I don't really remember her that much, but I see her pictures all the time and I think I miss her." I felt sorry for him, without saying anything back I looked out the window again, her body was put onto a stretcher enclosed in a zipped bag. "I don't have anyone else. My dad doesn't live with us and she's the only person that I know... or knew." I looked down and then out the window once more. She was gone now; I didn't know where she went. "My names Durk, what's yours?" "I'm Tyla." Back then I was very light skinned. I had jeans and a pink t-shirt which was covered by a black coat, with two messy pigtails in my head. I looked a mess and I felt like an even bigger one. This is how I met him.

        I stayed with the father/son duo for a while after that. The police wanted to take me into foster care, but Darrell said I could live there. At first, he was really nice to me. He started getting into drugs and started drinking alcohol heavily. When I turned twelve, he raped me. He came into the room he assigned me to. It was across the hall from Durk. He was sleeping by now. Darrell came in while I was sleeping. He got my underwear down, still sleeping at this time. He was touching me, slipping his finger in and out. I woke up eventually and got so scared. I sat up pushed my back against the headboard. I thought he would have stopped but he pulled my legs. I was screaming Durk's name but, his snores must have been drowning my voice out. Darrell slapped me. "Don't you ever try to wake my son up out of his sleep, again!" He covered my mouth with his hands and stuck his 'man hood' in. I was crying,  begging God, saying that if he loved me, he wouldn't let this continue. Rape is not sex. I didn't lose my virginity but, I did lose my faith in the lord that day.

When he was finished, he left me there crying. He left the house and entered his car then drove off. I tried to get up, I barely had any strength in me. I crawled over to Durk's room. "D-Durk?" I shook him a couple times while on my knees. "Durk." I started crying a little harder. "What's wrong, Ty?" His voice sleepy. "Can I lay with you? please?" He scooched over giving me some room. I tried to stand but I couldn't. He got up and tried helping me on the bed. "Did you pee yourself? Your shirts wet?" "No." I started crying. He flicked his bedroom light on and lowered his eyes towards my leg. "There's blood on you. What happened?" He helped me into the bathroom. "H-he w-as touching me." I started crying. "Who was Ty?" "D-Darrel" He didn't believe me at first. "He c-came into m-my room a-and h... he pulled my panties down and put h-his fingers in me and then h-hi-his..." I was crying uncontrollably. Durk embraced me in the most caring hug that I have ever felt. "It's okay, Ty. I'm here, I got you now." He helped me into the shower. We were only twelve, but he helped me through everything. He never left my side after that happened. He already had hate for his dad. When Durk turned seventeen. He got into music and found us a place to live so we could get away from Darrell.

When Durk hit eighteen his music got big, and he got discovered. He moved us out to Los Angeles. We've only been here for a year and three months. It started off so well, he even wrote a song about me. the last couple months have been horrible. He met people, bad people, they started him on drugs. The weed wasn't a good enough high for him anymore, so he started taking Percocet's, Xanax, molly, and heroine.

        He gets so aggressive when he's intoxicated, especially the Xanax. He would hit me, lock me up in a room for a day or so, or kick me out for a couple days or at least until his high went away. I never thought he would hurt me, especially after everything that I've been through.