True Love With A Real Thug Part 2

Fuck 12!! cont.

Monae POV:

I feel myself drifting in and out of consciousness. My vision is blurred and I can barely hear anything. I feel like my head is going to pop. "This is not going to be fast. So prepare yourself because I'm making love to you tonight." I hear the cop say. His voice sounds faint but I can feel him climbing on top of me. He pushes my knees up and forces himself inside me. "Oh God! No. Move. Let me up. Get off of me please!" I scream but he just continues thrusting in and out of me. "Help!" I scream. He bites my neck hard but continues. I start to cry. "I said ill kill you if you cry. You wanna try me?" He yells in mmy ear. I put my arm over my eyes and I just lay and take it. He flips me over on my stomach. "Get on your knees!" He yells. I slowly lift my self up. He kicks me back down. "Hurry up!" He yells. I hurry and lift myself up and he pushes into me. I'm trying not to cry but I can't hold back the tears. I look around the room and I see a gun. "I have to pee." I say. "Fuck! You stupid bitch!" He yells and grabs my neck. "The bathroom is over there. This is the first and last interruption do you fuckin understand?" He asks. "Yes." I say. He slaps the shit out of me. "I know you know manners. Yes what??" He asks. "Yes sir." I say and gets up. I head to the bathroom. I sit on the toilet and cry my eyes out. "Hurry the hell up and stop fucking crying!" He yells at me. I wipe myself, get up, flush the toilet,wash my hands and walks out of the bathroom. I make my way to a table where he has a painting on. "Did you draw this?" I ask him. "Yeah. Drew it for mi madre." He says. "Its very beautiful." I say looking around the room. "Look here flattery gets you nowhere." He says. "I'm just complimenting your house. Since ima be here. Might as well." I say walking to the gun. I pick it up. "Don't fuckin move or ill kill you!" I yell. He sits on the floor with his hands up. "Okay. You got me." He says smiling. "But you won't pull the trigger." He says. "Where's my clothes? And my phone?" I ask him. He points at a closet. "No you go get em asshole." I say. He gets up and I follow him to the closet. He pulls out my clothes and my phone and hands it to me. "Where are your cuffs?" I ask. "On my hip." He replies. "Cuff yourself to the stairs!" I yell. He walks over to the staircase and cuff one habd to the railing. I hurry up and put my clothes on, gun in hand. Once I'm dressed I call Jamal, one of Chez's homeboys. "Hello?" He says.

Me: "Jamal its Monae. Have you talked to Chez?"
Jamal: "Yea I just bailed him out. He's right here."
Chez: "Bae where you at?"
Me: "Ohh baby please hurry up. I'm at this cops house. He raped me baby! Please come!"
Chez: "Fuck no! Where this nigga at?"
Me: "He's cuffed to the stairs." "What's you address?!" I yell at the cop.
Cop: "1660 Poplar place."
Chez: "I heard him baby. We less than 5 minutes away. Don't kill him."
Me: "Sanchez baby i need you to hurry up."
Chez: "10-4"

"You're not gonna live to tell your story babygirl." The cop says to me. I shoot him in his calf. He screams really loudly. "Te voy a matar!" He screams. "Not before I kill you!" I yell. Next thing I know Chez, Jamal, Tyrone, and Dominic come running downstairs. Chez runs up to me and hugs me. "Zorra!" The cop yells. Chez lets me go. "What the hell did you call her!" Tyrone yells. "He called me a slut." I tell them. All four of them beat the hell out of him. They uncuff him and put him in the trunk of the car. I sit in the back with Chez and Rone. "What happened babygirl?" Tyrone asks. "He raped me. He beat me. I want him dead but I want him to rot in jail. I'm not the only girl he's done this to." I tell them. "911 how may I help you?" The dispatcher says. Jamal called the cops. "My best friend just got raped by a local policeman. We're bringing him in now." He says. "Sir this better not be a joke." She says. "Its not. You can give her a rape kit when we get there. We have the officer in the trunk. He need medical attention. He has a bullet wound in his calf but that's all. We're pulling up now." He says and hangs up the phone. I kiss Chez and cuddle in his arms. I don't know what I would do without this big headed boy.

Jamal and Dominic are twins. In the multimedia.