But he holds it down stands his ground plays it smooth doesn't rush to get into my body. And that's that shit that I like(5x)
A man who can open my mind.
***I sat on the bathroom floor in the worst pain, blood staining my khaki skirt and my dingy white collared shirt. It was about 3 in the afternoon and I had just come from school and even though coming home was the worst part of my day this topped it. I was only 13 and I didn't know what this was or what was happening but I was scared. I had gotten my period a while ago but I knew that wasn't what was happening. This wasn't period pain.
"Arghhh." I screeched as another pain shot through my body.
"Angel?! Baby what's wrong?" My mommy said coming into the bathroom and she looked at me with wide eyes. I couldn't do anything but cry but she could tell by the blood that this was serious. I could see the white powder that lingered under her nose but I knew she was alert.
"Mommy it hurts." I cried through the pain and I could tell that she didn't know what was wrong.
"Where does it hurt where's the blood coming from?" She asked frantically and I lifted my skirt up showing her my private area and she gasped.
"What did you do?!" She kept repeating.
"Your 13 Angel! What you doing fucking?" My eyes widened.
"Mommy please help me!" I cried loudly as the pain got worse.
"Wait til I tell your daddy." She said in anger.
She never knew what he was doing to me. He was so caring around her that it was scary. He always tried to help her get better and I knew her condition hurt him. I made them poor. Having me took away their happiness and that made my mother sick. That made her abuse her body with crack and other crazy drugs.
He hurt me because in his eyes I hurt her.
She began shaking her head before getting up and walking out leaving me alone making me cry more. Why did she leave and what did I do?
***A N G E L
"Ma'am?!" A women yelled snapping me from my daydream.
"Can I sign in please?" She said with an attitude and I nodded.
"Yes ma'am I'm sorry." I slid the clipboard over to her and watch her make her signature in a messy cursive.
"Do your job." She said sliding it back to me before walking off. I ran my hand down my face and sighed.
I ran my hand down my face. It was Friday and I was ready to go home. I turned around gathering myself.
"Y'all niggas hiring?" A deep voice said and I turned around seeing Khyran's cousin Anthony laughing. I straight faced him.
"I'm just fucking with you. I can sign in?" I nodded sliding him the clipboard and putting my head down.
"Why you always do that?"
"Do what?"
"Put your head down. Khy said you was insecure but I ain't know it was that bad." I shrugged trying to keep myself from looking down again
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Insecure & Ebony
Teen Fictioneb·on·y ˈebənē/ noun: ebony; plural noun: ebonies 1.a very dark brown or black color. *** If you have problems with explicit scenes and language or if you're easily offended I suggest you don't read. The events and characters in this story are compl...