My mother was pasting up and down her room,searching in her draws until empty. A worried look was on her face and blowing heavy she shouted "hey! Child you tooked up my blue bag?" I knew what was in the bag and knowing her she would hurt me if I didn't answer to her quickly " you left it in kitchen mom"she hurried to the kitchen and started to search the bag ,nothing was in the bag I just saw her take up the phone and started to bite her nails ,she went in the room and shut the door.
Pexxi was playing with her dolls as any innocent baby girl would I wish I was still that innocent baby girl at that moment I wouldn't expect it to be my last day of innocence. My mother came back out the room and told me to go outside her friend is going to carry me to buy ice cream for me and my little sister,so I walked towards pexxi to bring her with me my mom looked at me like in a way she never did and said "no,leave pexxi with me just hurry up won't you child " I put on my coat and went outside there was a man who always came over and give my mother cocaine in a white car which looked like it was taped every where to be driving. He was of very dark skin, had tattoos on his arms gold teeth which would blind my eyes and hair all over his face he said to me in a slick way as if we were good friends "hurry in the car baby" so I did has he said. He carried me to his house he said to follow behind him so I did has he said when we went in his house he said to take off my clothes so I started to cry and ask him if he can carry me home he look at me and laughed within my face "your mother didn't tell you your my bitch now,take off your clothes or i hurt you" I started to say a prayer to my self with tears running down my cheek and I did as he said. He grip my hand and said to lay on the bed so I did as he said I remember his coarse hand rubbing me down and his watery mouth on my lips that night I cried and prayed while he inserted me,I remember how he hold my neck to stop the noise I was making and called me names "dog,bitch,fat cow".
How could I continue with life knowing my father who loved me before hurt me and bring sorrow to leave, then my mother who I love so before bring me sorrow also by selling my body much more my soul
