The Help (MB)

Chapter 19

*Kenya's POV*

"And we'll never be royals,

It don't run in our blood,

That kinda lux just ain't for us,

We crave a different kinda buzz.." I sang,my earbuds in my ears,bobbing my head to the music while I washed load after load of clothes.

I always did the girls' clothes first,of course to get the easy part out of the way. Prod and Penny were out on a little date at the movies,under the supervision of Diggy,who of course promised them he would be no where near them when they whined about being able to watch themselves. I don't trust it a bit,but less people,the better.

Amaya and Prince were up in her room,and he was helping her put some kind of decoration up,and it sure took up a lot of noise,because I heard a loud thump every now and then. I had seen Peyton not too long ago,outside,headed towards the huge flower garden to take some pictures. Ray and Chres were up in his room,playing the video game,and going hard at it. Mr. Johnson left yesterday,and we all said our goodbyes and promised to take good care of ourselves. I hope his trip is successful,whatever he's doing.

I had on some sweatpants and a big t-shirt,my hair wrapped with a scarf around my head. I sat on the couch and started folding some white clothes,still listening to my music. Song after song came on,and soon I was done with the huge pile of clothes. I took everyone's clothes to their rooms and left them at the door. I entered Amaya's room to find that her and prince were hammering nails into the top of the wall,a long string of lights following behind them. They had made some sort of canopy for her bed,and made the lights blend into it,and I must say,it was beautiful.

Amaya turned to me,smiling. "You like?" She climbed down from the step ladder she was on and threw open her arms,showing me their process. "Its very pretty." I nodded. "It better be. She got me doing all this shit," Jacob said,and Amaya gave him a look. "But anything for my boo." I laughed at his corniness as he pecked her on the cheek. Amaya looked up at me. "You need help making lunch? I can-"

"Oh,no. I got it. You just finish.....this." I smiled,looking around once more. She shrugged. "Alright. Prince,hand me the hammer please?" And I left out,going back downstairs.

I placed one of my earbuds in,just as "The Worst" by Jhene Aiko came on. I bobbed my head and pulled two blocks of velveeta cheese out of the fridge.

"Don't take it personal,.." I sang along,starting to chop the cheese up into little cubes. I heard a knock on the door,and I looked up,sighing and walking to get it. "Who is it?" I asked. There was a long pause before I heard a low, "Marquan." A surprised look came on my face and I opened the door,frowning.

"What are you do-"

"Nice place." He pushed open the door and slipped inside the house,looking around.

"Marquan,what are you doing here?" I asked,placing my ipod on the table and looking at him as if he were crazy.

"I came to see you,baby!" He said,grabbing my hips and pulling my face forward before pecking my lips. I pushed him away,frowning. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave." I said,opening the door.

"I'm not going anywhere." He slammed the door shut and pressed me against the wall,giving me a look that scared the shit out of me. "I know you missed me,so stop pretending you don't."

"Marquan,get out of this house!" I said,trying to move my hands from his grip,but it only got tighter,and his hands made their way down to my hips. "You know you've grown,girl. In all...the right places." I widened my eyes as he squeezed my thighs.

All I saw were flashbacks of the night we first went to Mama's house. The night I almost got raped by that man in the streets. "Amaya! Amayaa!!! Chres-"