Marijuana Hearts

Chapter 4

(Kiesha P.O.V)

My life totally was fucked up before i joined the crips. I used to live with my mom from when i was born 9 years old. We were in the the kitchen one day and some random guys came in, brutally r*ped her and murdered her right in from of my eyes.

She screamed so much the neighbors heard her. I'm guessing they called the cops because their were sirens all around my house, i was so scared.

The cops busted the door into our house and before they had the chance to kill me or anything they were down on the floor with bullets in their chest.

I fainted at that moment and when i opened my eyes again, i was laying on a hospital bed.

The week i stayed in the hospital, i saw many children's parents and family come visit them. Only my sister came to visit me, my dad knew i was in here but, he didnt even bother to come see me. None of my grandparents aunts, uncles, brothers or cousins came to see if i was doing okay.

From that day on i realized i was in this world alone and no one cared for me besides my sister. When i got out of the hospital, some lady took me to foster care. There were many kids there and many adults.

I didnt like staying there at all, but i began to feel safe when i made some friends that experienced some of the same shit that happened to me.

A month later i was adopted by a family, a man, woman, and their son that was 4 years older then me.

The boy didnt like me at all, he would throw things at me, hit me, beat me up, and trash my room. Of coarse when i told his parents they didnt believe me.

I lived with them for 3 years and they still didnt care for me. The boy which i will remember for the rest of my life, Paris, would come in my bed at night and force me to have sex with him.

When i refused, he would tape my mouth, tie my arms and legs to the bed and rape me.

I couldnt scream or nothing, then he would show me his gun, and tell me if i said anything about this he would shoot a bullet up my pussy then kill me. I once heard him talking to a girl in his room and they were talking about their gang, it was called Blood and i never heard of that before.

The weak lil girl i was, were sure not to say shit to no one, when his parents werent looking he would wink at me, touch me on my legs squeeze my breast.

At night, i would cry myself to sleep with blood in my underwear, feeling dirty as fuck.

I ran away and went back to the foster home. I told them, i didnt like that family but didnt dare tell them why or what was happening to me. They told me i had to go back unless something physical was going on.

They took me back to that stupid ass house, and told my foster parents i ran away.

When they left, my foster mom left to go food shopping and my dad went with her. Paris, got pissed that i tried to run away, he told me i was his fuck mate and i could never leave him.

He called some of his friends over and they just chilled but i had to be the maid. I had to wear a thong, a bra and high heels. I had to give them anything they asked for, weather it was to turn on the TV, get anything to drink, eat, whatever.

When they got tired of seeing me walking around, they took off my bra and panties, tied me to a chair and tortured me.

When they were done, i had cum all over my face, hair and pussy, i had piss all over me, my hair was a mess and i had bruises all over my body since they whipped me with a belt.

Again, i had to keep my mouth shut or they would kill me. Until, i was 16 the same shit passed and my sister adopted me from them, i told the foster care adults all that went on and they actually believed me.