He'll Thug For Me

Prologue

PROLOGUE

Maia watched as her mom begged and begged her dad to stop. But he wouldn't. The beating persisted. He continued to kick and punch and kick and punch some more.

Scared and unsure what to do, ten year old Maia ran towards them yelling, while crying, "Stop it daddy! Daddy stop hurting mommy."

Her father paused and looked towards Maia. His expression held anger and guilt. But then it turned into something sinister. He stepped over her half beaten mom and pulled off his black belt.

"You taught her to talk back to me, bitch?! To me? She'll learn!" He reached for Maia but her mom grabbed a hold of his leg.

"Steven," she weakly said. "Don't hurt my baby. Run Maia!"

Maia clutched onto her teddy bear even more and hurried down the hallway. Her dad yelled, "Run but you can't hide! Maia get your ass over here!"

Maia rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her and struggled to lock it. When she finally heard the click she felt relieved.

Looking at the marbled counters, Maia stared into the bathroom mirror. Her biracial features made her feel shame. She wished she were all black and maybe her dad wouldn't beat her mom.

Why did he have to be white? Why did he have to be mean?

"Maia! Open this damn door right fcking now, or else you won't have an ass to shit!"

Her dad slammed against the door. Each slam, Maia pushed further away into the bathroom. Feeling something cold against her skin, she turned and saw the shower.

Rushing in it and closing it, Maia quietly sat against the corner of it.

From the distance, she could still hear her dad yelling and slamming against the door. She squeezed her eyes shut as if that'd take away her living nightmare.

But then she heard a loud crack. Just what she wished didn't happen. Happened.

Silence took over. Maia wondered what happened when seconds passed and no sign of her dad. She reached up for the shower door and slowly opened it.

When she cautiously looked out, she didn't have time to think, her dad grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and drug her out of the shower.

Her thin frame slammed against the floor. She felt as if someone had kicked her.

"Steven I said no!" Both her dad and she looked to the door to see her mom with a pistol in hand.

Frightened Maia backed away. Her dad gave a sinister laugh before making his way towards her mom.

Her mom's weak hands shook as she tried to aim it at him. But when he snatched it from her and wrapped it around her neck, positioning it under her chin, fear took over her eyes.

"So shoot the victim, huh? I was just defending myself from an ungrateful bitch like you!" Her pulled her hair back onto his shoulder and frowned. Then he did something that took Maia completely off guard.

He began to cry. Maia didn't know what to do. "I'm sorry..." She whispered.

He cried, "She made me do this. All she had to do was love me unconditionally. But that wasn't good enough was it? If you plan on leaving me, then we go together."

Her mother yelled, "Steven NO-"

The loud ringing sound went off. Maia's body shook harshly as she saw her mom's once weak frame drop to the floor.

"Mommy," she called out.

Her dad aimed the gun towards her, but then stopped, "Daddy loves you baby girl." He then aimed the gun at it his head before biting his lips and just like that another shot went off.

His body limped over and fell straight on her mom's.

Heavy tears rushed out. "Mommy!"

Maia stayed by her mom's side for hours until she decided to go and get help. Covered in her parents' blood she wandered the nightly lit street searching for anyone that would help save her mom.