One Night (urban fiction)

Too Much.

I dont want to wake up, i don't want to face him again. I don't know why i make him so angry. I'm a straight A student don't get in any fights and I'm not even one of those fast girls out here having sex I've never even had a boyfriend. The closest I've ever gotten to a boy was my best friend Mikey. Mikey otherwise known as King to the streets was my everything. We hung out 24/7. I had some feelings for him but I never acted on them because I didn't want to loose our friendship but one day he just up and left. Some people say he got shot but I don't want to believe that maybe he's just laying low some where but I'll never know now. I knew I had to wake up or George would wake me up and if George woke me up I would leave the house with a black eye.George is my dad he used to be the best dad in the world. I used to wake up to breakfast instead of punches. He got violent around the time my mom left us for her boyfrien. She was cheating on George for a long time and even had another child with the other nigga. The child was only two years younger than me so you know she been cheating for ages. George tried to keep it a secret at first but then he started drinking I guess to drown out the sorrows and now he makes it a habit to tell me why he hates me while he beats me. Apparently I'm a reminder of the women that broke his heart. I look exactly like her except I'm light skin and she's white. So beats me in hopes of forgetting about her. I can't wait to get out of here, the minute I'm finished with high school im packing my bags and never looking back.

I dragged myself out of bed, took a shower, got dressed and went downstairs to make George breakfast. After making his breakfast I poured myself some cereal because i wasn't going to waste time cooking and risk and encounter with him. I ate super fast and hurried out the door to catch the bus. I try to avoid him as much as I can. After a thirty minute bus ride I finally arrived at school. Aside from being a straight A student I'm also a straight A outcast. Everybody looks at me weird because I don't have a louie bag or the newest Jordans. I stayed to myself for the rest of the day. I did my work and went through the day emotionless. By the time I got home it was 4 o clock and I decided it was time for a well deserved nap.

Boom boom boom!! I woke up to banging on my door and George yelling from the other side " open this fucking door now Chantal what I tell you about locking the door huh? u must want a ass whooping", I was too scared to open the door in fear of his threats coming true but I grew some balls and opened my door. You would think he just ran a race by the way he was looking. His white tee was dirty and filled with sweat, his bald head was shinning and his eyes were so red, o shit he's drunk. without a word he grabbed my arm and dragged me towards the stairs. As we got closer to the living room I could hear a male voice, when we got there I saw the biggest nigga I've ever seen in my life he must have been taller then 6 foot and dressed in all black down to his combat boots. We all stood there awkwardly until George broke the silence, he motioned to the guy and then to me " Black this is Chantal, Chantal this is Black " I didn't know what to say so I just waved and put my head down. Black threw George a black plastic bag and let go of my arm. He opened the bag smiled and walked out the door. To say I was confusedabout would be a understatement. Black pulled out his dick and started walking towards me and that's when everything clicked, my own father just sold my virginity for some drugs. Black started walking towards me licking his lips, my mind was telling me to run but my feet wouldn't cooperate. As if my brain and feet finally caught up to each other I turned around and started running back up the stairs, halfway up the stairs I was pulled back down by a pair of strong hands so I started kicking like my life depended on it because it did. But Black was stronger then me so before I knew what was happening I was under black and my shirt was ripped of. By now tears was streaming down my face and I couldn't help the sobs that escaped my lips. I didn't want to loose my virginity like this to a complete stranger and forcefully at that. Black shut me up by a slap to my face "shut up bitch I gave George alot of product for your ass so you better take this dick" his pants were down his ankle and he was hovering over me trying to get me completely naked that's when I realized that my knee was directly under his balls so i did what any normal person would do and kicked him where it hurts the most. Black let out a very loud scream and cupped his balls with his hands, that gave me the opportunity to get up and continue up the stairs and directly in my room. I went in the back of my closet and grabbed the second shoebox to the left that's where I kept the gun I stole from George two years ago, promising myself that if the time ever arrives where I couldn't take it anymore i would use it and today was definitely that day. A banging on my door brought me out of my thoughts " Chantal, Chantal, Chantal I'm not leaving until I get some pussy" black screamed through my door. I quickly grabbed a duffel bag and started packing all the clothes and shoes that could fit. I also packed my hygiene products like my tooth brush tooth paste and deoderant. I grabbed the stash of money I been stealing from George's wallet for five years now and it was a nice stash if i must say so myself. I been saving up for an emergency. After getting all my things ready which took like 2 minutes I grabbed the gun and headed towards my door that black was still pounding on trying to break it down. I pointed the gun to the door closed my eyes and repeatedly pulled the trigger until nothing else would come out. When I opened my door the house was silent and I saw blood entering my room from under my door. I quickly pulled myself together opened my door and took a look at my handy work. Laying in front of my door was black completely naked with two bullets in his stomach and one in his head. I stepped over him and made my way to the kitchen grabbing as much food and water as I could and stuffing it in my bag. I finally made my way to out the door and to the bus stop. I was getting far away from California.