Mariah Oneshots

Blood Is Thicker Than Water (pt. 4)

****Jaselle's POV****

"Whitney, you two need somewhere to stay....." Gavin said.

"I'd rather live in my dad's truck than stay with that judgmental old hag!" Whitney fussed. Mariah and I had just come home from the hospital, and apparently Gavin found out that Whitney and Mariah had been living in their car. He told our parents and Mrs. Palmer, and Mrs. Palmer said that she would take them in because we didn't have room in our house. However, neither Whitney or Mariah were too excited about that idea of living with Mrs. Palmer....neither of them liked her very much.

"You two can't keep living on the streets! You are two young girls.....sick people prey on young girls like y'all. I really think you should live next door." Dad stated.

"I've been able to protect Mimi and myself for 3 years now; we don't need anybody....we're not a charity case!" Whitney argued.

"Think about your sister, Whitney. She's sick.....how are you gonna get her medication? Huh? You're only 16 and you're not emancipated, so you'll need a legal guardian to get her prescription!!" Mrs. Palmer told her.

"Look at your sister! Not even 24 hours ago, you were crying because you didn't know if she was even alive!! She's sick and has been going without treatment, so once she had a miscarriage she damn near bled to death!! What if she gets injured again?! If y'all are on the streets, she'll bleed out and die and it'll be because you couldn't suck up your pride and just live with me!!" she continued. 

"Mrs. Palmer, that was kinda harsh." I said, running my fingers through Mariah's curls. She was sitting in my lap and she was still a little drained from the procedures she had done yesterday, so she was just laying against my shoulder watching everybody talk. I could tell that she really wanted to cuss Mrs. Palmer out, because she was mugging her, but she just didn't have the energy to do so.

"And? It's the truth!!"

"Yo, this bitch is really getting on my godda-" Whitney started.

"Little girl, I'm tryna tell you something you need to hear. Your sister is 15 years old, has been pregnant by God knows who, and has had a miscarriage. Mariah is a little girl, and she's been having sex for how long?" Mrs. Palmer interrupted.

"I lost my virginity when I was 12." Mariah answered, speaking for the first time.

"You hear that? She was 12 years old when her innocence was stripped away from her. And I know that she didn't willing lose her innocence at 12 years old.....it was taken from her, probably by some man who was twice or three times her age.....while you were gang banging." Mrs. Palmer continued.

"H-how did you know that?" Whitney questioned, tearing up a little.

"Know what?" I asked.

"Mariah, sh-she......she got raped not too long after we were kicked out by our moms."

"Oh my God, what?!"

"I had just joined a gang cause we needed the money, and I left Mariah in the truck while I went to get something from one of the members. I was only gone for about 20 minutes, but when I came back Mariah wasn't in the truck anymore a-and.....I found her in an alley, with some older guy on top of her. H-he had his hand over her face, and I knew what he was doing to her.....so I pulled out my gun, and shot him cold." Whitney explained.

"That is so sad, my God." Mom commented.

"He fell on top of her, but she didn't try to move him off......she was laying there, staring off into space and silently crying. I went closer and saw that he was inside of her, s-so I pushed him off and Mariah laid there bleeding from between her legs. The other gang members came and I-I told them what happened, so they took care of the body a-and I carried Mariah back to the car because she was still stuck in shock." Whitney said.