Clueless

Chapter Eighteen.

Valerie in MM

*16 Years old*

"Give it up for Val" the DJ yelled. I just made racks of stacks of money. 
Just a year ago I started stripping, and I'm the best thing out. I counted my money and placed it into my purse, and two of my garbage bags and tighten them together tight.
"Good job tonight Val" my friend Keisha told me. "Thanks girl I'll see you tomorrow" I said, getting ready to leave.
As I was leaving, I was getting this uneasy feeling in my stomach, but I tried not to let it bother me. I just wanted to get home to my son, Emmanuel, who I left with his Auntie Reigna, and take a good night's rest.

As I was walking home, I felt like I was being followed. I stupidly forgot my tazer at my house, and my pocketknife was... well somewhere. I think I lost that thing, need to stop smoking so much damn weed, I be losing shit.
" fuck I need to piss" I said out loud as I tried to find a corner to pee in.
As I released myself in a corner, I thought about that uneasy feeling that I've gotten, and shook it off. Fuck wrong with me?  It's probably just the fact that it's late at night and my black ass is still not in my bed.
I took a sanatation wipe from my boob and wiped myself and continued my walk.
As I reached my apartment, I quickly had that uneasy feeling as a presence greeted my back.
"Valerie..." he spoke. I couldn't believe that he was here. I haven't seen him in 3 years.
"Fuck are you doing here" I spoke, masking my fear. "I missed you... where's my baby?" He said and I cringed.
"I don't have a kid-"
"Don't lie to me. You know these streets talk. Where's my kid?" He spoke again, cutting me off.
"Not here and your never going to get to him" I said and I turned to face him. The gray eyed monster.
"A boy?" He said, with cruel humor in his voice. "C'mon Val, I want to see my son" he said stepping closer to me,  invading my personal space. I spat at him. "Go away" I said and I pushed the door open and tried to slam it in his face.
I never knew his name
I don't even know how he found me
I just know that he needs to leave.
As I was closing the door, he put his foot in between.  "Bitch" he said angrily and I tried pushing the door but it was no use. He was stronger than me. I looked for the house phone and it was on the couch. I leaped and as I was about to grab the phone , I felt arms being wrapped around under my waist.
"Come here" he said, his nasty breathe going on my neck. I screamed and kicked him in his knee. He winced and I escaped him, running for the phone. I got it, and dialed 9-1-1.
"9-1-1 what's your emergency? "
"H-hello, hi I need to report-"
The phone was thrown away from me, and the man beat me until he was in full control, and I couldn't fight back.
"No... please I'll do anything...  anything give you money, work for you, please not this again" I begged.
"But I want you to have my baby... I don't want anything but you and my babies" he said.
"You're sick!" I yelled. He punched me in my mouth and began taking off his clothing.
"You're MINE!!"
He began roughly thrusting himself in me. I winced and cried for him to stop but he didn't. 
I thought about my happy place. Away in the tropics, with my son. Away from all of this.
I cried as I was grateful he wasn't here to experience this.
Or have him taken away from me.
The the monster began to choke me. I heaved as I tried to pry him off me.
"Enjoy it!! You're about to be a mother to my babies!!! You love this don't you!?" He yelled. I couldn't breathe and I thought this was it.

This is how I'm suppose to die.

...

"Ms.Campbell?" I heard a voice say. "Ms.Campbell, can you hear me?"
"Jesus? Jesus, why you sound like a woman?"
"Ms. Campbell you are in the hospital. You just got out of a coma" the nurse, who's now in view said. 
I sucked my teeth. "Why ain't I dead?" I asked bluntly. The first time this happened,  I was in sobs, crying and loathing what has happened to me for a long time. And not even the unknown guy either, my "first" rapist it's my father. I was 12. Raped multiple times,  gang raped by his friends
My mother killed all of them.
She's now in jail.
But these last two times, especially the last time by my "second" unknown one is mind-boggling. Reported his ass and he still not caught,  dumb ass police. But I can't kept that against me. If rape is all I'm going to have happen to me,  I rather just be dead.
"Ma'am, the doctor's took very much care of you while you were gone. You blacked out and your head was banged on the majority of your furniture. We ran a rape kit on you, and the test proved that-"