I Met Him When I Was Twelve, But I've Been Knowing Him Since I Was In Elementary. Later In Life He Became My "Nigga" His Name Was Marlon. I Loved Him To Death, But All That Changed When He Kept Attempting To Have Sex With Other Females. It Started With My Family Members And Ended With My Best Friends. Every Once In A While My Cousin, Shaela, Would Tell Me Marlon Would Either Touch Her Sexually Or Physically. Every time I Would Confront He Would Tell Me The Same Thing "I Aint Never Touched That Guhh, She Lien", And I Would Believe Him Every Single Time. Until One Day My Mom And Stepdad Left. I Invited Marlon And Shaela To Come Chill With Me. I Went To The Bathroom And Left Them In The Living Room Together For Like...Not Even Five Minutes. When I Walked In He Was In Between Her Legs, Stoking. Before I Knew It I Had Grabbed A Knife From The Kitchen And Stabbed Him In His Back.....
