No Time for a Thug

Chapter 15: What Would I Do?

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"Baby." I said rolling over in DJ's arms.

"Hhhhmmm?" he moaned.

"Wake up." I said tapping his nose

"In a little bit."

I giggled and rolled my eyes. I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom.

"Shit." I hissed when something poked my foot

I looked down and it was a red envelope. I picked it up and opened it.

"Dear Alexia,

Uncle Terry and I are so proud of you. We can't believe you grew up so fast. To this day I don't know why we haven’t seen each other in so long. Maybe one day we can meet and catch up. We are so sorry we couldn't be there to congratulate you in person but it's been hectic up here. We love you so much and we hope that you didn't forget about us because we never forgot about you.

Love Aunty Rochelle and Uncle Terry"

If only Aunt Rochelle knew what her husband did to me. Then she would understand. I put the card back in the envelope but I noticed something else on the floor. I picked it up and fear took over.  I sat on the bed and stared blankly at the wall.

I couldn't help but think how fucked up he is and how he didn't change. After all these years and he finds a way to get to me. I finally felt like I was letting it go but he won't let me forget. I really didn't know what to do. I couldn't even cry. I just sat there emotionless.

“What's wrong?” DJ asked sitting up in the bed.

I didn't say anything. I just kept staring at the wall.

“Alexia!” he yelled.

I turned my head towards him. Still emotionless.

“What's the matter?”

I gave it to him. He looked at me like I was crazy.

“What is this?” he asked.

“A band-aid.”

“ So? I ain't hurt.”

“From Uncle Terry.”

He still looked at me like I was crazy. He must not have been listening to my story when I told him or he's just slow.

“A band-aid.” I said. “from a first-aid kit?”

He stared at me blankly. Oh my fucking gosh! This nigga is so fucking slow!

“IT.IS.A.BAND-AID.FROM.A.FIRST-AID.KIT.” I said slowly. “As in the first time he molested me.”

His eyes got wide. Then they got dark. He jumped up from the bed.

“Oh fuck naw!” he yelled. “I swear to god Imma find that nigga and Imma fuck him up! "

He just went from 0 to 10 in .5 seconds.

"Who the fuck do he think he is!? Naw that shit don't slide! On life, he don't fuck with what's mines and he damn sho nuff don't want what he got coming for him! He got some mother fuckin nerve to do that shit. And--”

I cut him off.

“DJ calm down!” I yelled. He glared at me and looked at me like I was stupid.