Everyone loves the feeling of being loved whether they admit it or not. Something I never had except from my big brother who isn't really around as much.
You see I'm a fat girl. Yeah no chubby or anything 210 pounds of fat. I know my parents tell me everyday. How I'm a 'fat bitch' or whatever my brother when he sees me he tells me how beautiful I am.
Do I believe it? Lol no I mean when your told the same things on a daily you start to belive them feel me. I've been told thing since I was able to talk. It used to be in a playful Manner. Now it's do this fat ass do that.
I was sent to live with my grandparents 2 years ago I'm now on my way back home. After arriving I went up to my untouched room. "Amy! Did Aubry make it home yet!" "I don't know go look shit, motherfucka" my mother shot back to my father
Yep your very own. Aubry Burgos. 17 years old. Jamaican, and Dominican. The lonely girl. I needed a long shower after that plane from Dominican Republic. As I was taking my top off my door swong open.
My hands flew over my boobs. I hate bras so when I don't need one I don't wear it. I mean like my boobs sit up but a bra is uncomfortable. And plus I had on a loose tee shirt anyway. My father looked at me for a second
"Hurry up and do what your going to and come down." He said before slamming my door. I sighed and went to the bathroom and finished undressing twenty minutes later I hurried and got dressed.
I didn't want any bruises on my now clear skin. I'll just do as said like I used too. But I always ended up with new marks on my body.
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I wore this for one it was hot as hell outside. And someone through all of my shit away and I have a new wardrobe.
I walked downstairs and to my father's car. "Took you long enough" he shot. Before putting his truck in reverse backing out of the drive way. He began to drive I didn't ask where we were going as I kept my mouth shut and observed everything
He pulled into a alley. Before he parked the car. He touched my exposed thigh "Why are w-" "I'm not your real father, I'm your uncle your mother was a low down dirty bitch I'll admit that but she shoul could suck ya dick and cook."
"She fucked with me first then my brother. Uncle Calvin, you notice how he only calls to speak with you, he don't fuck with us anymore ever since he was convinced that you were mine..I noticed it when I first stated abusing you."
I looked at him in disgust. I swong the door open and got out before I made it to the trunk he pushed me against the car. "Get off of me you sick fuck!" I screamed trying to yank away from him.
"I'll break your fuckïng jaw" he threatened I shut my mouth as tears filled my eyes. I've been lied too all my life. I've been hurt abused physically and mentally. But I have never cried in front of any one.
I didn't plan on doing so either. He placed his hand on my thigh again "Calm down mama your so tense" he said rubbing my thigh. I moved my thigh feeling uncomfortable. He placed his hand back moving up my dress.
"Stop what the hell are you doing!" He slammed my head against the side of the truck them yanked me by my hair away from the car. He then through me in the back seat climbing in behind me. He fought me to get my underwear off.
I grabbed the door handle and pulled it, it didn't open. "Child lock baby" he smiled devilishly.
