Sugar

3. Damn

Besides the being raped when I was younger I had more problems. My dad used to beat me. For no reason at all. He would just lose it and fuck me right up. I had lost of bruises. So I started wearing makeup from a young age. I'm glad dad is dead. I don't have to deal with that shit anymore. I just wish momma didn't have to drown her sorrows in alcohol. If she didn't fuck herself up we would still be rich. My siblings and I are still in private school because we have full scholarships. We are smart as fuck. If i let my grades slip too low I lose my entire scholarship and I can't afford to pay for the school fee.

I got comfy in the hospital bed. The pain from my stitches nearly crippled me. I'm just glad I got the surgery out of my way. I'm supposed to be going to school next week.
"Heaven?" Ty said as I watched her walk in the room.
"Hi." I said weakly. The drugs they gave me have me really drowsy.
"Girl what happened?"
"You can't freak out when I tell you."
"I won't."
"I got raped."
"By who?!"
"Lower your voice if the doctors hear this they gonna get the police involved and that requires parents getting involved then they gonna know that we don't live with an adult. And Kyle and Nyah gonna end up in foster care. "
"Okay but who did it."
"Kj and his cousin."
"The fuck?"
"Kj's cousin fixes shit in my apartment and I didn't have enough to pay him the last time. Then he raped me and apparently he told Kj yesterday. Kj raped me yesterday morning. And it caused my uterus to end up in my ribs."
"Damn bitch. What we gonna do?"
"Nothing just keep Nyah and Kyle until I get out of here."
"Damn girl."
She started to cry. I hugged her.
"Ima be fine." I said to her.
"You sure?" She asked.
"Yeah just watch my siblings."
"Okay."
Ty kissed my cheek and left.
I grabbed the remote and flipped through the tv channels.

A week later
I'm back home finally. Kyle wouldn't stop questioning me.
"Where were you?" Kyle asked for the eleventh time.
"Kyle I will tell you later I'm tired." I said.
Kyle finally gave up and left me alone. I laid in my bed and lifted up my shirt. I stared ay my scar. I wish everything didn't have to come to this.
I started balling tears. I rolled on my side. Then I got a text message.

Henry: can I get some sugar tonight?
Me: no
Henry: why not?
Me: i just can't do it anymore
Henry: okay

I locked my screen. My phone started ringing.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey its Rodney. I woulda called you sooner but I got busy."
"Oh. What's up?"
"I'm home chilling. I just got off from work. How was your day?"
"My day was fine I'm really tired."
"I'm tired too."
"Listen Ima talk to you later. I need a nap."
"Okay beautiful."
I ended the call and locked my screen. I closed my eyes and went to sleep.