January 7th, 1991
On the fifth, I was rapped. I found my father living just a few blocks down. He invited me inside this little shack, which I am assuming is his home, but anyway I went inside and there were a bunch of guys. They all reaked of cigerete smoke and boos, they all sat up and starting pulling off my clothes. At first I didnt do anything because I knew they were drunk, but then they started to actually take my clothes off. I tried to scream for help but a large black guy shoved something in my mouth and covered my eyes. Whatever was in my mouth tasted nasty and would ocasionaly squirt out this white liquid that also tasted nasty. When the men finally had all my clothes off they started to touch me in places I would rather not mention, and they kept putting things of different sizes in me and it hurt so bad I was crying. After what seemed like hours the men quickly jumped to their feet and left. I stood up and got dressed. After I was dressed I walked outside and saw my dad selling drugs. I wanted to go over and beat the shit out of him, but he was my dad, and he would proboly win the fight. So instead I just went over and said goodbye.
"Wait" he said as I was walking away.
"What" I spoke in a harsh tone, because I was pissed.
"Please forgive my friends and I. I hope this helps feed you, your mother, and gram gram Lola."
"Thanks, this means a lot, but there is something you should know, gram gram Lola died. That is why I came to see you. Mom and I are struggling as it is and we need help." I gave him a sad look that no dad could refuse, no matter how cold hearted they were.
"Show me the way" He said smiling.
I was so happy, I had my dad, and a little money.
