Dear Diary (An Urban Love Story)

Chapter 5

It was after school and Tay started walking Kitty to her bus.

"You need a ride home?" Tay asked.

"No it's okay, the bus is fine."

Tay smiled at her then looked over at his car. "I'm for real, I insist." He said to her. Kitty smiled then stepped off the bus. They walked to his car together and he opened the passenger door for her.

He drove out the student parking lot and in traffic.

"I hope you know that I'm not giving you anything for driving me home. You're not about to play me like you did Jasmine." Kitty said crossing her arms. Tay turned over at her with one had on the wheel and laughed.

"First off that wasn't my intention to get you in bed. Second, she threw herself at me."

"But you did sleep with her so it doesn't matter." He stopped at a red light then looked at her. He could tell she felt some type of way about him sleeping with Jasmine.

"Yes I did but I can't change what happened. I wasn't trying to play her but I wasn't trying to be with her either. She got mad because she want us to be a couple after our fling but I didn't even know her. I'm telling you this because I don't want to lie to you Kitty but like you said it doesn't matter."

The light turned to green. She directed him on where she lived so he could drop her off. "Well thanks for the ride."

She grabbed her book bag and opened the door to get out. He grabbed her hand and she turned and looked at him. They locked eyes and she sat back on the passengers seat. "What is it?" She asked him.

"Umm are you doing anything Friday?" He asked her a little nervous. He haven't asked anyone on a date in a while but he didn't want it to look obvious.

"Oh yeah I am doing something." She answered. "Why?"

"Nothing never mind, so I'll see you tomorrow at school?"

"Um okay sure." She got out the car and shut the door. She walked straight to the door and by the time she turned around Tay was already gone.

When Kitty got in the house this terrible aroma hit her nose. It smelled like vomit and dirty laundry. There were empty beer bottles everywhere  and garbage. Kitty just shook her head and went toward the steps.

"Where you going girl!" A voice yelled to her. She knew it wasn't her mom because was still at work. She looked on the couch and saw her uncle Damon. He was her dad's brother. After her dad past he started showing up at her moms house almost everyday. Kitty suspected that they were sleeping together since a couple years ago she walked in on them.

"Hey uncle Damon. Whatchu doin here?" She asked him even though she already knew the answer.

He grabbed a beer bottle from next to him and drank it. "Ya momma didn't tell you? Well she asked me to move in with y'all."

Kitty's heart started pounding threw her chest. She grabbed her book bag and ran upstairs. She went in her room and shut the door. She went in her closet and started digging in her old trunk she had since she was 5. She grabbed her diary and sat in her bed. She used to right in her diary every single day. She wrote any and everything. She even wrote about Tay when they were in school. He would always mess with her hair and call her names until on day a boy pushed Kitty on the ground and made he scrape her nee. Tay defended her and hit the boy but got suspended for doing so.

She went to the very last page of her dairy to read what she wrote:

                                                      January 1, 2005
Dear Diary,

There was blood everywhere. I couldn't stop crying. Why did the he do that to me. What did I do wrong? He said if I tell anyone he would hurt me. I never felt so much pain Diary. I wish this didn't happened to me. Please just take away the pain. He was so big and scary,  I thought he was going to kill me. He took off my clothes and touched me, Everywhere. I wanted to die that night diary but he let me live. But i don't know who he is...

                                                Love Katara.

Kitty~

A tear melted down my cheek. I could feel the burn in my eyes and my heart started to pound through my chest. I didn't know if what I had wrote was true because I didn't remember it happening. I wondered if my mind just blocked that part of my memory but that's not something you just forget.

I couldn't image anyone wanting to hurt me but if I could think of anyone doing this to me it would be my Uncle Damon. He would always look at me funny and say really inappropriate things to me. Things you shouldn't say to your niece.

I don't know why I never showed this to my mom. Maybe because she would just assume I was lying and claim I'm just trying to get attention. The last thing I need it attention from this. Their is a possibility I could have been raped and my mind has completely  erased it from my memories.

In a way I'm glad it did because I don't know how I would be if I remembered everything that happened that night. Probably be on drugs, drinking my life away, or suicidal.

I dozed off to sleep for a few hours then worke up. I looked at the time and saw that it was 7:03pm. I scratched my head and yawned a little. I could smell my Moms cooking from my room spaghetti with garlic bread.

I rolled out of bed and made my way down stairs. I saw my mom in the kitchen taking the garlic bread out the oven. My moms name was Sharon. Tall, brown skin, and thicke as ever. I figured I got my firm breast and wide hips from my beautiful sexy mother.

I peeked in the living room and saw my trifling ass uncle sleep on the couch. I rolled my eyes and walked towards the dining room. I sat at the table and got on snap chat for a little bit.

My mother walked in the dining room and handed me my plate then put her plate done on the table. We said grace then started eating. "So, mama when were you going to tell me that thing over there was moving in?" I said pointing my for at my uncle Damon. I couldn't stand the sight of him.

My mother looked at me that looked at uncle Damon sleeping on the couch. "It's only for a little while sweet heart. He just needs to get on his feet and he doesn't have anywhere to go." My mom explained.

My mom is too strong and independent to be letting some broke ass nigga lay up around her house. My mother alway taught me to put myself first before a guy. I don't know why she isn't doing the same.

"Mmm." I mumbled looking at my plate. I just didn't feel comfortable with him being here.

"Where's my food Sharon?" Uncle Damon yawned getting up from the couch. He was ugly, sloppy and fat. "In the kitchen Hun." My mom said continuing to eat.

"WELL GO GET MY GOD DAMN PLATE, SHIT!" He yelled at my mom. My mom put her fork down and went in the kitchen.

"Don't talk to my mother like that!" I yelled back at him. I wasn't going to let him talk to her like that. He sat down on the couch and looked at me. "Watch that mouth of yours girl." He said to me then started grinning.

I went in the kitchen and saw my mom getting a Beer from the fridge. I just looked at her with shame and disappointment. I can't believe that she's was going to let him treat her like that. I didn't say anything to her and just walked up stairs.

I got in the shower and grabbed my phone. I set my alarm for school in the morning and played some music. I've always been an R&B type of gal. I let the music take control of my mind and fell asleep.

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