After my daddy and Nia left I took a shower and did everything I needed to do. Now I'm waiting on JoJo.
While I was eating the doorbell rung. "Who is it?", I asked as I walked to the door.
"Joseph." I smiled then opened the door.
"Hey JoJo.", I said as I moved over so he could come in.
"Hey.", he said. I closed the door then walked to the stairs.
"Come on." He played with my booty as we jogged up the stairs. I'm getting turned on I think. It never happened before.
"Jiggle jiggle jiggle." I laughed. We walked to my room and sat on my bed. I ate and we talked.
...
We're playing the game and I just beat him, again. "Ha! Beat yo' ass again!", I said looking at him.
"Man what ever, you cheatin'.", he said. I laughed.
"What ever. I'm bored, let's do something else.", I said as I turned off the game.
"Y'all got Netflix?", he asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"Netflix and chill?"
"No, you so nasty.", I said.
"Fine let's just watch Netflix.", he said.
"Okay."
...
While we were watching Netflix he put his arm around me and rested his head on mine. I didn't think too much of it.
He moved his arm and started kissing on my neck. "JoJo stop.", I said softly and softly pushing him. He kept going. I got that feeling I had earlier when he was playing with my butt and I like it, I don't want him to stop.
I closed my eyes as he continued to kiss and suck on my neck. "Fuck.", I said lowly.
"You want me to stop?", he asked inbetween kisses.
"No.", I said moaning. He laid me down and got on top of me. He started kissing on my neck again then he started pulling my leggings down.
I think we should stop. "Wait. Stop.", I said softly pushing him. He kept going. "JoJo stop.", I said pushing him a little harder. He kept going. "Joseph stop!", I yelled pushing him harder. He kept going.
Before I could do or say anything else he was pulled off of me. I quickly sat up its my daddy. I didn't even hear him come in. "She said stop.", my daddy said inbetween punches.
I quickly got up and fixed my leggings and then tried stopping him. I couldn't so I go in between them. He pulled his fist back then put it back down. "Olivia move."
"Joseph run!" He ran out the house slamming the door behind him. Why did I just save his life? Well I don't want my daddy to get locked up again.
"Why did you have him in the house?!", my daddy yelled. My mouth opened but nothing came out. "Anything could've happened to you! You could've got raped again! Is that what you want Olivia?! You wanna keep gettin' raped?!"
"No!", I yelled.
"Then act like it!", he yelled before leaving and closing the door behind him. I just looked at the door with watery eyes. I hate when he yells at me.
...
I went to my daddy's office and knocked on the door even though it was open. He looked up. "I'm sorry for having him in the house.", I said.
"Why did you have him over?", he asked.
"He wanted to come over."
"He had one thing on his mind Olivia and if you weren't gonna give it to him he was gone take it."
"I know that, now.", I said lowly.
"You got a self defense class on Saturday at 12.", he said.
"Okay."

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Olivia's Story
Ficção AdolescenteOlivia from The Thick Girl series is now 16 years old. She has PTSD, an abusive step dad, and gets bullied at school. See how she attempts to cope with life.