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Tatianna's POV
I was sitting in bed naked with a blanket wrapped around me. I haven't eaten in days and I wanted to go home. I haven't talked to my mother and siblings in days. I heard Marty flush the toilet and I took the blanket off me and pulled my knees up to my chest and looked down.
"You're getting skinny. Go find something to eat."
"There's nothing in there."
He gave me a look and I jumped up, Running to the kitchen. I opened the fridge wishing there was some food in there. Upon opening the fridge, I seen nothing. I sighed and wanted to cry. I wish I was home with my dad..
"Babygirl. Get in here!"
I walked to the room Marty was in and seen him sitting with a beer.
"Yes Daddy?"
"I'm expecting some company. I need you to be on your best behavior."
"Yes daddy."
"Come over here and take a drink. I need you to loosen up."
"I- I don't drink."
"What did I say when you first got here? Everything I say is a demand, Nothing less!"
"Yes daddy."
I say next to him and he picked up a liquor bottle on the side of him, it said don Julio and I was disgusted when he popped the bottle open. The smell was horrible.
He handed me the bottle and told me to drink it. I took a sip but he wanted me to take gulps off it. When he told me that I could stop I sat back, holding tears back.
My mom never drinker around any of us so I didn't know anything about it. But I knew that she didn't like it because of my dad, he's an alcoholic and that's one of the things, mom hated the most about him.
I remember I use to hear him come in, Late midnight and he'd some stumbling in and mom use to run downstairs because she didn't want him to wake us up.
He'd sweeten her up so she wouldn't question him then I remember I'd hide because they'd come upstairs and when they went in their room and closed the door a little.
I'd hear my mom cry. Telling my dad that he was hurting her. He'd ignore her and I could tell he was hurting her because mom would cry for hours after he fell asleep. I never understood what was going on but now I was putting the piece together.
A slap was sent across my face knocking me out my thoughts.
"There you go daydreaming again bitch. I said the boys are here! Hurry up and snort that line." Marty yelled.
"What? Snort the fucking line"
"Wh-" I looked down at the table and seen a white substance line, my head was racing with thoughts on what it could be.
"What is that?" I asked as someone knocked on the door.
"I'm coming muthafucka!" Marty yelled then took it his belt, slashing me once. I screamed and He pushed my head down and made me sniff the line. I forced my head back after finishing it and started to cry.
"I really might have to kill your stupid ass." He said going to the door and opening it. I covered myself up with the pillow that sat next to me as a group of guys walked in the house and Marty directed them to the living room, where I was. I stood up and walked backwards to a corner where I felt safe. The men all laid eyes on me they had a scary look on their faces, they didn't have good intentions.
Marty made his way through the crowd of men and pulled me from the corner. He took the pillow and threw it on the couch revealing my bare body.
"This is my house bitch. She's new. I got her as an offering or a trade let's say.. She's got a slick mouth on her but daddy ain't playing that shit, right babygirl?"
"Yes daddy."
"She's fine as hell." One guy said.
"Shit. I wanna get in her shit."Another gut added.
"When can we get her? Maybe we can add another one of your girls on too." One big guy asked and his other ones agreed.
"Y'all can't have her yet. She's fresh. A nice pure virgin. I gotta get in her first before I let anyone touch her. I'm showing her off so you know what to expect with the other girls."
"Mhm, we'll take another girl then but when she's ready. I'm expecting a call."
"Of course." Marty said.
"Can we touch her?"
"Be my guest."
My heart dropped hearing that and I bolted off upstairs to the room and locked the door. I quickly pushed the dresser behind the door and hit in the closet. I took one of Marty's shirts and put it on. I wanted to call someone but Marty only had one phone in the house which was his cell and he always carried it around and I'm sure he burned mine by now. I wanted to be with my family. I wanted to be home.
