We finally arrived at his house.
I mean his house is huge and nice. At least I have somewhere nice and big to live.
"Don't even think about touching anything until I tell you to do so, understand", he said.
"Yes", I said with my head down."
We walked in and I'm completely stunned by the living room.
It looked so pretty I just wanted to sit down and fall asleep in one of those grey chairs. He didn't even let me explore the rest of the house because he sent me directly into my room. I walked in and I was completely shook.
It is so nice.
"This room is only here because sometimes I may have a girl stay over and I hate them sleeping in my bed so sometimes we just come in here and fuck or whatever."
I will be sure to change the sheets, I think this in my head. All of a sudden I'm disgusted to even sleep in this bed. At least the room is nice, all I have to do is spray the room and the bed down, get the comforter dry cleaned, and change and wash all of the sheets. That's not that hard, but I shouldn't have to be doing this in the first place.
"Don't come out of this room tonight unless you want to be embarrassed by me and my girl for the tonight understood. Matter of fact, don't even come put tomorrow until after noon. If you're hungry, well you can use less meals anyway, which is why i didn't even show you the kitchen. I mean what is your fat self going to do besides eat and cook for yourself, nothing else right? But anyway my girl is here and you might want to wear earplugs or something. Bye."
He walks out and closes the door. I hear a female voice talking and I slightly crack the door. Of course this girl is skinny with a butt that is obviously fake. I guess guys like that for some odd reason. She was also light skin, almost white. I mean why don;t guys love a girl for their natural features and why not on black skin because we're the ones and only ones who have them naturally. I just don't understand.
But, I will never change myself for somebody else. Everybody will be judged or picked for something anyway. I close the door and lock it and start to think. So I lay in the bed with You are Not Alone by Michael Jackson blasting with my head phones on.
You are not alone
I am here with you
Though you're far away
I am here to stay
You are not alone
I am here with you
Though we're far apart
You're always in my heart
You are not alone
The more that I think about it. I am actually alone for the first time in my life and there's no one to save me.
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Fat, Arranged, and Unwanted
General FictionMonae Perrish is a 22-year old African American women. She has never had a boyfriend and doesn't care for one. She is in college and her parents call her home for an immediate emergency that she is completely unaware of. She already doesn't like goi...