Melanin Beauty

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Alexis aka Lexi dark skin beautiful big chestnut brown eyes small tan lips skinny, big butt African american and some what Indian natural hair that stops at her mid back. 5'2

Danny aka king or Dan African american and Puerto Rican light/ fair skin greenish brownish hazel eyes plump pink lips, curly hair- thot cut piercing in both his ears tattoos from his neck to his v lines and his arms dimples on both sides of his cheek...popular
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"Daddy don't, Daddy don't" I pleaded with fresh stains running down my face, I watched hopelessly as he snatched the red rose out of my hand.

My eyes reverting over to the door, at the sound of the door knob turning ran through my ears. Don't come in, I thought, just stay away.

"Where you been Jade?" He questioned, throwing the roses in my mother's face, as she backed up against the wall, covering her chest before looking at me.

"Hey baby, go to your room." She quickly covered her frown with a smile awhile she looked at me. That was before my father's large hands covered her forehead, I watched terrified and traumatized, as her head went back hitting the brick walls.

I shortly after stood to my feet, grabbing ahold of my father's pants. "Mommy is sorry." I tried to tell him, his eyes landing on me, for only a second I thought I seen his face soften but I knew it had to be my imagination because that was just him clenching his teeth together.

"Do what your momma said." He pointed down the hallway, where my room was located.

Parents think that just because you are little and innocent, that you don't see the things they do, but me, I saw everything. I saw the things they didn't think I knew of, like how the only time my father would cook something, was when he formed this white powder, he would always tell me not to eat or play with it but being an innocent child I would always ask why he always cooked 'unedible' things, but he would always say it was a 'scientific experiment' and how he would bring other women home and close the bedroom door after them. How my mother would stay up late waiting for him to come home from 'work.' And how she would be on the phone with other men, smiling, cooing, and laughing in the phone. Just like now, how she walked her way into the house past eleven.

"You're hur-"

"Go to your room Alexis!" He shouted at me causing me to jump and scurry off down the hallway.

Days like this happened all the time, you would of thought I would be used to it by now, but no. The sound of your mother screaming for mercy, the sound of slaps and smacks were just to great even the images, how the fallen red roses went perfect with the droplets of blood that stained the beige carpet. I balled myself up, into the corner of my wall, and cried until I could produce any more tears, until my shirt was drenched, and until I grew a throbbing headache. That famous headache that would force me to go to sleep and drown out the screams, the sound affect of skin smashing against skin, the horrid names he would call her, she didn't deserve it, and he didn't deserve her.

Although, I knew she wanted help, whenever I would call the police, he'd just hide under the bed and she would lie and say he ran off down the street, wearing a 'white shirt' and 'blue jeans'.I figured she only did that because she still loved him, my mother would stay up and tell me bedtime stories of how they use to travel the world together, go out on dates and how he'd flaunt her around, so everyone could see how beautiful she was. They were so in love, I guess things changed when they had me, it was either me or the men my father associated himself with. Nights upon nights my mother would stay up fussing and cursing at him for coming home late, for bringing 'illegal' packages into the house, and the mysterious cash that would be piled up into the large sized bags.