Half Of 100 Million: Women, Parallels, and Harsh Realities (girlxgirl)

What happened? Still not forgiven(Violette's Past: Age 16)

Narrator

Yellow met gray, and gray met white, and white met black. On a long intimidating road, stood a short and terrified black woman. Not terrified of her surroundings but terrified of what they could be; for she's been searching for home ever since she left it. Was her white and Cuban niece that was hot in the ass and stuck out like a sore thumb where they resided actually manageable? Did her picture-perfect boyfriend really provide enough comfort to consider herself happy? Was her dark-skinned nephew "perfect" enough for her to say she's properly raising a young black man? Oh, how she wonders.

Kaylen's POV

The cool winter air infused my dark skin with chill bumps. I was walking home from work again because my boyfriend Brian said he needed to run some errands with our only car. My thumbs experienced the bitter cold as I checked for a reply from him or Violette. Nothing. Where could either of them possibly be? I was trying to get in contact immediately because I left my coat in the car, and it was only getting colder by the minute. Steps turned into yards before a familiar older car slowed down beside me. "Aye, you need a ride shorty?" yelled the light skinned man as he reeled his window down. "Umm Sure" I mumbled to the guy I had seen around our neighborhood on numerous occasions. I knew Brian wouldn't like this but, what is he doing about the situation?

10 minutes later

"Thanks for the ride" I yelled waving at the man as he drove off with a grin. He was way nicer than I expected. After what felt like a shower of warmth I was now back to the true iciness of the outdoors. Frozen fingers fumbled with keys as I searched for the one belonging to the apartment door. Unlocking the door wasn't much of a hassle, but what I witnessed on the other side sure was. Violette's back was pressed against the wall by Brian and his lips were sucking on her neck as his hand fondled around inside of her pants, fingering her. Bitch. "WHAT THE FUCK" I shouted as I closed the hollow door behind me, walking into the tiny living room and dropping my keys. Immediately, Violette's breath hitched as she caught sight of me; and, Brian took his hands off the young girl and stepped back. He was shirtless and, in his boxers, with a boner. "She-e came onto me, I swear" he stuttered, his words full of panic as he stepped away from the both of us. "You filthy slut" I said wrapping both hands around her neck tightly.Slowly but surely her face was turning red and she was gasping for air. "How dare you go with my man? Fuck who you want to as long as they don't belong to me hoe". One of her pale hands began grabbing my arm trying to loosen the grip. I eventually let go, using a free hand to slap her as hard as possible. Violette's hazel orbs began to water as she gasped for air. "I knew you'd end up jus like yo mom, spreading yo legs fo any nigga that want it. " I explained before looking behind me and noticing that Brian had left the place.

So maybe I went a little too far but who does this girl think she is? Don't interfere with what I have and I'm letting your ass stay here. You can't have what's mine. He's mine.

After what seemed like forever, I let her completely out of my grasp. But she didn't seem like herself. "Now go clean the kitchen you nasty bitch" demanded from my angry lips. The clouds outside broke and Violette began sobbing as she walked a few steps to the kitchen; but she stumbled. I somewhat felt bad seeing so many tears produced from her but I'm the only one here to set her ass straight. Like why give yourself up so early. I was nice and I let her get away with it, but now I see where being nice gets me. Watching as Violette cleaned the dirty dishes, I noticed that her coordination was way off. "Violette, please tell me you're not drunk" I spoke out, my voice way lighter due to concern. She'd been drinking a lot lately. I know mourning her mother and Aaron couldn't be easy. But something else had to be bothering her. "I'm not". "You're lying" I replied, folding my arms looking very stern. "Well it's not like you care anyways, you basically just tried to kill me over a rapist" Violette said lacking any sense of sarcasm. "He's not a damn rapist Violette and you know it" I stated raising a hand. It's not like she's still a virgin and I didn't see a gun to her head either. "Sorry, your right, child molester" Violette subbed. My anger only heightened .She's really pushing it, she never does this.

"Kayleen you may not like me, but I would never try to have sex with your boyfriend or whatever he may be. He forced himself on me" Her effortlessly lusty eyes looking deep into mine. So many hickeys were on her neck and the alcohol on her breath drowned me. There was no way that whatever the hell I witnessed had just started. "Oh really, because it didn't seem like you were putting up much of a fight. I know you enjoyed that shit" I retorted. Deeply, Violette took a breath as her drunken eyes gazed at me."Well guess what bitch,I didn't" Violette slurred. The disrespect. "You disrespectful ass, dirty ass hoe."I yelled, running up to her and pushing her to the ground by a grip of her hair. Violette's hazel eyes winced as her head swung back and hit the ground loudly. I honestly don't think I pulled her that hard but her being a little tipsy may have contributed to such a fall. A tiny hand went up as she touched around in her long dark hair, blood now stained her fingers and slowly ran down them . The look of pain and agony marked her face as she began crying as her body trembled. More and more. "Oh don't be so dramatic" I said before she could even get a word out. Consciously I felt a little bad about doing this, but what's done is done. She got one last glance before I left to go into my room and regroup on what just happened.

Did I hurt someone who was being truthful? Did Brian want a woman who was much younger than me and white at that? Am I not giving myself to him enough? But more importantly, what in the hell was going on before I got here? That question is already eating me away. Oh, how I wonder.