Mariah Oneshots

Caution [pt. 4]

****Sasha's POV****

Mariah and I had been in New York for a day, and we had just gotten off of the A train to get from the motel we were staying in. The New York metro system was much more complex than Boston-Cambridge's system; luckily, Mariah was a New York native and knew her way around the city.

"Here....this is it." Mariah softly said, protectively holding me around my waist.

"What is this place?" I nearly whispered as we walked down an alley.

"You'll see." she responded, an anxious look on her face. She knocked on the door on the back of the building, then an older guy quickly opened the door and grinned.

"Wow, look at you.....Ali's little girl isn't so little anymore. Jason always said you were a sweet little thing, but I never had the pleasure of testing you myself." the guy grinned, staring at Mariah like she was a piece of meat. I found myself getting angry at the way he was objectifying Mariah so I opened my mouth to speak; however, Mariah covered my mouth before I had the opportunity to.

"Don't, Sash.....pl-please, I wouldn't want you to get hurt." Mariah whispered in my ear, then she moved her hand from my mouth and looked at the man.

"Danny, I-" Mariah started.

"I told you, you can call me papi....that's what Alison and my other ladies call me." the man interrupted, and Mariah sighed.

"P-papi, I-I'm just looking for Ma okay? I-I don't want any trouble." Mariah nearly whispered.

"She's here in the back....you and your sweet little friend here can join her long term, though. My customers like 'em sweet and young like you two." Danny smirked at us, causing Mariah to tighten her protective hold on me.

"W-we're not interested....just show m-me where my ma is, please?" Mariah nervously responded. Danny chuckled and motioned us to follow him into the building, then he walked us to the back to where a woman was sitting on the floor. I knew that the woman had to have been related to Mariah because Mariah looked just like her....but judging by how thin the woman was and how sickly she looked, the woman was on some hard drugs.

"M-ma?" Mariah softly said, sitting on her knees in front of the woman.

"What, Mariah? And I told you to stop calling me 'ma'....I'm not your fucking mother!" the woman spat back at Mariah.

"Y-you're the only person I-I've ever known as my mother, Alison. I-I called you my ma my whole life, and y-you liked it until....until...." Mariah started, getting choked up a bit.

"Until your f****t ass got my husband arrested!!" 'Alison' growled at Mariah, and I gasped as I heard her call Mariah the homophobic slur.

"H-he killed my girlfriend, Alison!! He shot her in the head, r-right in front of me!! Don't you c-care about that?!"

"That girl must've done something to provoke him." Alison shrugged, and Mariah frantically shook her head.

"That girl's name is Whitney, and she was the love of my life!! And your husband killed her because he was jealous! He was jealous that I was having sex with my girlfriend because he believed that he was the only person that should be able to touch me!" Mariah shouted, causing my eyes to go wide. While I've shared a lot about my family life with Mariah, she had never talked to me about her family or her past in general. But hearing it all in person made me realize why Mariah didn't talk about it, and why she struggled with properly loving people.

"Well maybe if you weren't such a little slut and never slept with him in the first place, he wouldn't have been jealous."

"I DIDN'T CHOOSE TO FUCKING SLEEP WITH HIM! HE FUCKING RAPED ME AT ELEVEN YEARS OLD, AND KEPT ON FOR THE NEXT FOUR YEARS!! I DIDN'T ASK FOR THAT!!" Mariah screamed, then she started to sob. I was still standing, but I placed my hand on Mariah's shoulder as tears of my own started to cloud my vision. I felt Mariah wrap her arms around my waist as she buried her face against my stomach, her hands clutching onto the fabric of my shirt.