The Spoken

Shalei

     "I can't stand this freaking house!! Everybody in here is insane, crazed, freakin' demented!! One day I'm gonna leave and when I do, I'm never coming back!!". The words were powerful and behind those words followed a slam of a door. Why is this world filled with such idiots? I sigh. I couldn't understand why parents were so strict. It doesn't help that they don't believe anything I say. I close my eyes, a tear rushes past my eyelids. The pressure suffocating me at the chest. If only they knew what happened, I could try to tell...Ugh, what's the use. They only hear what they want to hear, right? I get up, pack an overnight bag and head out the window. I will not be staying here tonight.

       I walk into the cool air alone. I hate the weather here. Florida is supposed to be hot all the time. I make my way down Oak Ford Ave and into my best friend's driveway. I breathe in hard. "Man, I hope she isn't sleep." I proceed to the side of the house and start climbing on top of their roof. Mrs. Conford had a better understanding of a child's needs mostly because it was just her and her daughter. Mr. Conford had been put in jail about three years ago for an insane killing. Apparently he killed some white guys that were in debt to him. When I first heard about it, I became a tad bit nervous. I'm white with black features. An enormous rack followed by a hypnotising bottom. I was flawless and such a beautiful girl. That's one thing me and Krysilyn had in common. Our sexiness was too much for any man to handle. Well, that's what her aunt told us. I stand up straight enough to where I can reach her window. I tap softly on the glass then a little harder and finally a lamp pops on. She walks to the window and opens it without even checking to see who it is. I kinda have a record for coming late unannounced but, she knew what I had been going through. I slip through her window and toss my bag into one of her pink chairs. She hands me a blanket and a pillow off of her bed. I make a small palette on the floor and we both disappear into a night's sleep.

It's Sunday which means pimps, hoes, and prayer. One of the biggest reasons I like coming over to Krysilyn's house was because they went to a funny church. Pimps come and ask for forgiveness for all the hoes they've slapped, hoes come and ask for forgiveness for being slapped, and the grandmother's come and have a breakdown war with each other and fight over the pastor. It was almost like a play or something. After church, we head back home. Krysilyn changes into one of her fitted dresses and I borrow a pair of shorts and a hoodie. We both head outside into the front yard. We pull up chairs and have a seat on the porch. " So, what happened this time Lei?" She sighs. I stare at the sky and then on the ground at the moist, green grass. " I refuse to stay at that house another day. They drive me crazy and it's getting out of hand. I wish they could just read what I have to say through my eyes...that'll make my job a whole lot easier." Just at that moment, a gray SUV pulled into the driveway. Krysilyn stood in confusion because it was rare that anyone came over. The door opened and some red and black Jordans stepped out softly. The door closed and Krysilyn and I froze in disbelief. It was him, the devil himself. Suddenly a dark cloud came over me. I remember when I first moved here. Beautiful trees blowing in the mist of strong winds. The sun had been burning through all my clothing. Gratefully, I had been invited to a pool party later that evening. I had planned to wear my brand new scarlet bathing suit I'd gotten from Orlando. When I got there, everyone had been so kind. Then there was that one guy that everybody knew. He had made me feel special that night. We talked and laughed all that night, but then he suggested we get closer. He grabbed my hand, lightly tugged on my arm and led me to the custodian area of the pool. He was so sweet, so innocent, so gentle. At least that's what it seemed at first. He locked the door. "What's...what's going on. I thought we were gonna talk?". He closed in on me, unbuttoned his Jean shorts, and said " And that's what we're gonna do, but I talk better when I use my tongue. Don't worry, I'll make this conversation worth your while". It was hard to believe that a man of such manner and looks would...would...hurt someone like this, but it was happening. Minutes went by as he rolled and stroked. Squeezing my ass, pulling my hair, and biting my lip. I wanted to say No...But, I couldn't. It felt good and I had been wanting it for a while. I just remained speechless and allowed him to continue. When he was finished, he picked me up, fixed my clothes and walked me to my house. I didn't say a word because I wasn't sure of my emotions. I went upstairs, closed my door, and cried myself to sleep.

He walks toward us. I stand fast and Krysilyn focuses on him. "Hey" he says with his sweet mocha brown lips. "Why are you here?" Krysilyn bites. He walks closer to us. My heart starts to beat faster. "I came by to spread the word for my party. It's gonna be cool or whatever." He smiles. "What are you exactly asking, Jamari?" I ask in a sweet voice. Krysilyn looks at me through the corner of her eye. "I really want you guys to come and besides, I know y'all ain't got nothing better...."he pauses for a second "Your mother said that it would be ok if I drove you myself." Is he crazy, out of his freaking mind?! Its one thing to be raped by you but, then you come by and act like nothing happened. I will never understand guys or what they wish would happen. "So you're telling me that despite everything that happened, you still have the balls to show your face to either one of us?" Krisilyn snaps hard. I don't say a word.  Krisilyn stands at rest and places a hand on her hips. "I know that what happened wasn't appropriate but let bygones be bygones. I would never hurt you purposely baby, you know that." Just then, I can't hold my tongue. " What the fuck?! Are you serious? You think you can just bring your ass over here with your sweet talking and we'll just fall into your fucking arms?! You raped both of us and we're supposed to be cool with that?! How in the hell do you sleep at night just thinking about two lives that you've ruined?" His eyebrows raise in astonishment. Jamari wasn't the type to tolerate incompetence. He believed that a woman can only speak in control when she has been told to. But, he was persistent. He made certain that he didn't give off the wrong impression. " I know I was wrong. Yes, it was very silly of me to even think that I could be different after what happened. But, I'm not the bad guy. If you didn't want it, you would have said no." His words stab back at me. I sit down in the chair. " When does this party end?" I ask in a whisper. " I told your mom I would have you back by ten." He responds. " Well, we're not changing and you better not try anything." Krisilyn firmly counters. I stand and look at Krisilyn. "We're gonna be fine" she says. " There's two of us against one of him." She smiles and we both head towards his truck. We both get in the back seat and prepare for the long ride. He stayed in Campton Cove which was on the other side of town. It would be at least an hour and a half before we get there.