just a likkle sum/ too young

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Maria Edward

I like to think of myself as a weird girl.

Born may 14th,  to my mother sandra ennis and the father I haven't seen since I was born.

Raised in spainsh town, in a little lane with my mother and older brother Marcus who was without a father.

My mother was extremely poor and we had to depend on the community to help us out or even the ministry to give us back to school supplies and help with food and money for the month.

I was told to grow up and get a steady education,  therfore my mother's life would be a dream to me . MR Richard was a man with money as my mother claimed .

He would come to our house in the evenings and greet us with a smile, but for me was an even more deeper meaning to his little chuckles and his smirks and stares.

My mother would always tell me to be a blind eye and just focus on getting his money no matter what happens. My brother wasn't okay with it but didn't speak up since we both needed a night meal and lunch money for school.

I am 15 years old when all of this happend .

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" mommy mi uncomfortable, " I whispered seeing Mr Richard entering the yard calling out to my mother.

This time was around 6pm which means he would come to visit and give her some money while he " talks " to me privately for a couple minutes.

" likkle gyal stop di noise ," she hissed fixing her short dress before approaching the grill , flicking it open so he could enter I our so called home.

" mi smell sum sweet mon," he chuckled moving closer into the house getting a seat on the old beat up couch we got from thr neighbors.

I was locked away in my room , hiding and praying to God my mother doesn't force me to come outside and actually have a conversation with him.

Father God please let him go away....

Unfortunately my prayers were snatched away when my mother entered the room and slammed the door inching closer to my little bed.

I looked away in fear of what she might do or say to me,  despite her being my mother we didn't share that ultimate bond which resulted in us having arguments over simple things.

" remember yuh have school,  suh mi expect yuh fi out deh wid him," she demanded fixing up her makeup.

This was nothing new to me , she would let him in the house and get dressed for the bar with hopes of returning really quickly but then appears later down in the night after he had used me and got bored.

" why ?" I asked her softly,  right now tears were about to fall from my eyes.

How do u take a mother role ? When u Don't even care for your own children.

" why what? Stop question mi an guh do weh mi seh " she remarks as if my question wasn't even brought up.

I mustered up the courage and fixed my skirt properly,  sliding my glasses futher up my face and act happy and presentable.

Sliding the curtains back,  I observed him from afar with a happy smile smoking his cigarette as if this isn't our house . My mother was really weak and soft towards him and it was really sad and disappointing.

" come sit ," he smiled patting the empty spot beside him.

" mi go-

My mother pushed me towards the chair then gave us a soft smile heading out the house .

I sat far away from him and felt the disgusted behavior radiating off him.

" suh yuh Eva have sex ?" He asked looking at me and back to the cigarette.

My words were stuck to my tongue,  I couldn't speak or even answer that question it was hard . I've been a virgin all my life and haven't looked on a guy since my mother gave me the Chilling story about her and my father.

" N-No " i mumbled quietly looking around my house, This big 40sum old ass man a ask a 15yr if dem Eva si dung pon hood .

" wanna try," he asked inching closer to Me.

God know I wanted to vomit but had to keep it cute and go on for the show.

" let me atleast push it in and take it out back , less problems," he begs but I felt even more sick to look at him.

" no mi nuh inna di mood ," I cried .

" MI NUH INNA IT , FROM LAST MONTH YA TELL MAN FUCKERY "  he barks grabbing into my scalp pulling me towards him.

" m-mi sorry" I cried harder hoping my brother would come in the yard or mother.

" mi ago tek it" he smirks and the rest too place the whole night until my mother get bk

~𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐚 | completed Where stories live. Discover now