*kenyanna as a child, and old picture of their mother in the m/m*
Kenyanna's POV:
"Kenyanna sweetie you know I would love for you to dance, but your father doesn't want you to." Mother tried to calm me down from my temper tantrum
"NO MOTHER! I wanna dance! I've been dancing all this time, and when I finally turn 9 I can't!" I rolled my eyes.
"That attitude of hers is no nasty" my aunt Katherine shook her head
"Stay out of this Katherine" mother spoke and rolled her eyes.
"That's y'all problem! Y'all wanna spoil her all the time! And look now when you tell her no she goes crazy" aunt Katherine shook her head
"Leave me alone! You're not my mother nor my pops!" I huffed and stood up.
"Kenyanna don't talk to your aunt that way! And your father just wants to protect you Ken that's all" my mother rubbed my arm
"FROM WHAT!?" I yelled.
"Hey girl! Don't talk to your mother like that!" Uncle Henry looked at me. I hated when he looked at me, he always made me feel uncomfortable. Even his voice creeped me out. He always would stare at me when I walk, watch me when I "sleep", and "mistakenly" walk in on me in the tub. I found that so strange. I never told my mother or pops though, it's not like they would believe me.
"Whatever. Nobody ever listens to me" I sat down and sighed
"Okay Kenyanna. You wanna know the truth? Your father doesn't want you going to dance anymore because y'all have a new teacher" she admitted.
"So what?"
"Soooo the new teacher is a man. He doesn't want the man to try to do you anything"
"But he won't! You don't know that!" I fussed
"Neither do you. You are a very beautiful girl Kenyanna. You are a very smart and talented girl. You know you're the prettiest girl in class. You have a beautiful smile and body. And we aren't comfortable with you being there"
"WE!? I thought you said it was just pops! You said you wanted me to stay!" I stomped
"Ken-" I cut her off
"SHUTUP!" Soon as I said that uncle Henry snatched me by arm. "YOU CANT TOUCH ME LIKE THAT" I hit his arm
"I'm not your daddy. I'm not going to spare you" he threw me over his shoulder and carried me upstairs throwing me on the bed.
"What are you doing! I'm telling my mother!" I fussed.
"Your mother can't save you" he whispered to me then flipped me over, taking my pants off.
"I've never caught a whipping like this before!"
"This is not a whipping" he laughed then I felt something in me and it wasn't a normal feeling. I cried and screamed, but nobody didn't help me. I screamed for pops and mother, but nobody didn't help me! I cried until that pain and feeling I had was over.
"If you tell anybody, I'll kill you and pops" my heart beat sped up and I got quiet. He left out my room and went back downstairs. I stood up and fell right back down. There was blood everywhere. I couldn't let pops or mother see this so I removed my sheets and balled them up. I sat down until my energy was fully restored then made my way to the laundry room. Everybody was looking at me
"Little Mrs. Mouth ain't saying nothing today?" Odell mentioned as I walked by.
"Leave her alone O. Henry just beat her" she slapped o in the head
"She needs a good whipping some days because y'all don't know how to control that girl" he said and rolled his eyes at me. A tear rolled down my cheek and I just went wash my sheets and went back to my room. I stayed in there for the rest of the week. Mother bought me up some food from time to time. Uncle Henry would pay me some visits from time to time. I've gotten at least three "whippings" from him this week.
I couldn't take it no more. The "whippings" were really getting to me. My mother always said I was special because I was darker than everybody in the family, and I was thicker. People often thought I was adopted.
I took it upon myself to realize maybe I am different. Maybe I need to show how I stand out. Any time I got depressed or angry I would just flirt with a boy. I knew I was a pretty girl, I knew I could get any guy that I want. I just nobody somebody to prove to me that I really can. Once I seen that I could, I took advantage of that. I've never been the same since then.
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The Carter's
FanfictionThis is what it's like to be a Carter. In this book you will go into the life of a 17 year old girl named Kenyanna Carter. Kenyanna is the youngest child from a family of five. Kenyanna and her family have to be the most dysfunctional family of all...
