Stacey (Editing)..

Stacey(▪Ch.6:In Need 4 A Better Life▪)

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(Next Morning)

"Get the hell out of my store!"

I screamed as Big Kal pointed a shot gun at me, he put it down in a flash when he noticed it was me and grabbed my hand as he shook his head.

"I'm sorry baby girl, I thought you were some one robbing the shop"

I cried and rubbed my eyes.

"I'm sorry sweet heart, what are you doin here at 6:30 in the mornin' though?"

"I-I snuck in before you closed. I-I don't wanna go back home. Tanisha is being so mean to me." I wiped my tears away and he helped me get off the ground.

"What's goin on baby girl? Tell me."

I started to tell him that I was pregnant but I did not want to see his reaction nor feel the embarrassment. So I just my shook my head and started at the clear white tile.

"Did she hit you?"

"No" I said in baby tone "I just don't wanna go back there, but I'm fine. I'm gonna go to my friends house.

He went behind the register and pulled out a bag and handed it to me.

"Here get anything you want, no charge."

"Thanks" I smiled.

.. .. ..

I sat on Dame's bed and watched Martin as I waited for him to get out the shower, he said I can stay with him if I had sex with him every night, I agreed. After having an encounter with him the last time, I began to like him and feel comfortable.

He came out the shower with a towel around his waist.

"You suck dick good, especially only to be twelve, those blow pops wore off huh?" He chuckled but I didn't find it amusing.

"If you ride my dick right next time, I may eat you out"

"Shhh!" I turned to him "I'm trying to watch TV"

After fifteen minutes he had company, they followed him into his room but I paid no attention to them. I giggled at the television but was alert when Dame slapped my behind.

"Don't she got a fat ass?"

"Yea" One of them sat next to and started rubbing it.

I got sat up and stared at all of them as they stared me down.

"Baby can you do a favor?" Dame asked.

"Go on the street for me" he went in his pocket and pulled out small zip lock bags of weed and crack.

"I don't think I'll be a good that." I exspressed.

"If you want to stay with daddy then you gotta work for something.

I looked down at the ground and begin feeling uneasy. Why do I have to this? I wish I could go to a place where I am safe at.

"Here" he stuffed all of the tiny bags in my hand.

"You go sell of that and If you do good I give 10% or some shit, but you need hurry up and get out there."

" I'm scared. Can you come with me?"

"Bitch no!" His boys laughed when he busted out and said that and my feelings got extremely hurt.

"Go out there and do what you gotta do, if you handle a dick...you can handle this."

.. .. ..

I stood on a corner and asked every nigga who walked 'did they want some of what I got' but sadly I had no customers.

"Hey young lady" a woman with a pile flyers walked up tp me, she was brownskinned with short curly hair and bright smile

"I'm Miranda, I got that church right across the street, where having this event next Monday, we're gonna be feeding the community and taking the homeless to shelters"

"Oh okay" I grabbed the flyer and when I did all of the supply fell out of my pocket. I hurried up and put it back and looked around making sure no police were posted up at the block. When I looked at Miranda, her eyes were glued to my stomach, my jacket was unzipped revealing my small pudge.

"How old are you?" She asked.

"Twelve" I said truthfully.

"How about you come inside the church, we'll help you. Please come" she said in a sincere tone.

"I'm fine, my mother is at home waiting for me" I lied and walked away.

...

The sun was going down and the street light were on, my stomach growled, telling me that it's hungry. I sold some of the supply but not the amount Dame called for.

I seen these teenage guys walking down the street. They may want some.

"Hey" I walked up to them and they turned around.

"Y'all want some of this?" I showed it to them.

"Y-yeah " one chuckled.

"Five"

One went in his pocket, I figured that he was digging for cash but he pulled out a black pistol and aimed at me.

"Run that shit! Give us all of it!"

Afraid and shocked, I went into my pocket and pulled it out and started giving to them.

"Come on, give it to me faster! Hurry up, give the money too!"

I did everything they demanded, them suddenly one of them picked me up and pinned me againts the tree.

"Don't, please..d--" he covered my mouth and removed my pants and panties and for thirty minutes they took turns on me.

.. .. ..

I walked into Dame's house and him and his boys were in the living room, drinking and playing the video game, I started to walk pass him but he stopped me.

"Where my money at?"

'I-I-I got robbed."

"What you mean you got robbed?!" He grabbed my neck and pinned me againts the wall.

"Some niggas robbed me!" i whined.

"Stop lyin hoe!"

"I'm not lyin'"

He then slapped my face and began twisting my wrist.

"What happen to my shit!"

"I told you I got robbed! I'm not lyin!"

He forced me into his bed room after he slammed the door he begin beating me.

"I'm not lying! I swear!" I cried hysterically but he didn't stop he kept on. For once in my life I wanted to die.

Sooo im currently sleep as I'm writing this....like i may wake up in the mornin and say "wtf did i do"

Im dead azzss dozing off. But i was dreaming as I did this so...

Umm but read my update for Hypothetically Thinking