While I was doing my homework, I shook my head hearing the groans from my moms room. My thirteen year old sister, Augusta When my mom was out or at work, Augusta and our stepdad would go into a room and have sex all the time.
I dont know why Augusta does this, ever since our dad died she changed. I dont want my sister growing up as a baby momma of 24 different dudes and our Moms own husband!
After they were finished, I heard pants being zipped while Augusta came into my room dressed in a white sports bra and black bootyshorts. "Can I borrow your shirt?"
I dont have one that has slut titled on it, I thought to myself.
"What kind of shirt?" I didn't lift my head up from the work I was doing.
She scoffed, and stomped into my room, opening drawers approximately throwing around shirts that weren't what she was looking for. "The one that says Sexy!" She said scattering my room.
I rolled my eyes. "Are you sure its not under mamas bed?" Letting my sarcasm side speak.
Pissed, Augusta walked over to my bed and get in my face. "Look here Sage, you dont have to be fucking rude, okay?! I'm just trying to find the shirt to look good. And just because i have sex doesn't mean you have to treat me like i am a whore!"
What the hell do you think you are? A fairy?
"Well," I said, lifting my head up and pushing her by the chest from out of my face with my whole hand. "If you didn't go and betray mama by having sex with her own fucking husband and then give it out to every boy at your school I wouldn't have to treat you like what you already are." I fake smiled and signaled her to get out pointing to the door.
Defeated, she walked out of my room slamming the door behind. And i knew what was next, Mike. Our stepdad. She would go get Mike.
Augusta And I Had A Really tight bond, I missed it so much and I knew she did too, but she needs to find the person she really is which is not a slut state of mind.
Mike would come into my room just to beat me, but I would never show him any satisfication. I'm not the girl to sit there and cry. And i'm not going to be. Dialing my bestfriends number, I quickly starting gathering some of my things, like clothes, electronics, and other things. "Helllurrr? Who Dafuq Is Dis?"
Yep, thats my ghetto bestfriend, Tajia.
Silently giggling, I answered. "Its me Sage."
"Oh HAYYYYYYYYY, Wassaapppp?" Tajia Answered. I Heard some music in the background.
"Can I Come to your house for the night?"
"Sure You Can Boo. Is ya mama out again?"
"Yep, and Augusta and our stepdad is in."
Tajia clapped her hands and her voice grew louder. "I dont care how old yo raggedy ass sister is and I dont care IF i go to jail for it it is time that I BEAT HER ass. Ya here me? Beat the black off that girl cause i'm sick and tired of her and you better not show up at her funeral when she get HIV or AIDS and die cause ya know what she deserves that sh-"
I was laughing hard as fuck which was cutting her off. "Yo girl, chill out. I'ma be at your house in a few." I hung up laughing.
That is a thing I love about Tajia, she not afraid to take matters into her own hands. And she's a really loudmouth sometimes.
I gathered my things and silently went down the stairs, but a few of them creaked. When I finally reached downstairs I reached for the doorknob.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Fuck. Mike.
