Making Ends Meet

Bonus Chapter!! Chapter 31

Heads up, you may not want to read this! Its pretty graphic, it was just a chapter that came to me to go with Dalane so I wrote it! I'm telling you, like you might not want to read it, Idk what else to tell you to warn you as to what is about the happen... But you will no why she said, "Daddy didn't raise no hoe," and if you're wondering, no she was not calling Xita a hoe. This does not NEED to be read.. If you just want to know what happened, I'll make it one sentence at the very end. I'll make it bold and italic letters so it's easy to find..

*****Dalane's POV****

After Xita left, Dalane waited in her room, knowing exactly what was coming next. Her mom would leave for work in about thirty minutes, and her dad was going to come and straight whip her ass.

Dalane couldn't even look her friend in the eyes before she left. Not a single word was spoken between the two, but Xita still said bye. She stared off into the corner, the same corner her daddy always told her to look in when she was in trouble.

Her chest tightened a little more with every minute that she sat and waited, her hands began sweating and her breathing had damn near turned into hyperventilating. No person should be that afraid of their parent, but Dalane had all the reason to be scared. Her daddy was ruthless when it came to punishments. The things he did was more than a whooping, it was abuse.

Dalane's mind went back to her night she spent with Xita. She had never been with a girl before, and she wanted to see what it would be like, and Xita was cool and she was pretty, and she had been with a girl before so she figured, why not?

From the moment their lips connected, it was like she turned into a whole nother person. Dalane, for the first time since she could remember, felt like Dalane. She felt like she wasn't holding back from anything, and she felt free, even if just for a few minutes, she would never forget.

She would never forget the way their hands roamed, the grips in her hair and sucking on her neck. The way Xita sucked and licked and slurped on her brought on a feeling she had never felt before. The way her fingers worked magic, was mind boggling.

It wasn't even just what Xita did. It was also the things that Xita allowed her to do back. Xita let Dalane do everything she could ever think to do with another female. That scissoring wasn't shit, and the memory brought a smile to her lips until she heard her door come open and her eyes snapped back to the corner.

No words were spoken. Dalane knew exactly why he was in there, and he knew she knew. She heard the shuffling of his belt being undone, and the zip as he pulled it from the loops.

"Pull em down," He instructed, and the first tear fell as she turned her back and completely faced the wall and pulled her tights down alone with her panties. She braced the wall and bit into her lip before she could feel him behind her as he moaned out in satisfaction when he slid his length into her.

Dalane wanted to gag, feeling the man who helped bring her into the world slide in and out of her, as if he wasn't married to a great woman, her own mother for that matter. Silent tears ran down her face, as her body automatically tried to push him out. He didn't belong in there.

This was nothing like what Xita did. This was torture, and Dalane just wished it would all end soon. She wished he would hurry up so he could just whoop her ass and she could cry herself to sleep. She would never go to sleep in church again, she made a vow.

"Mhmm you like that?" He asked, and instead of answering, she just slowly and barely shook her head no, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip until she drew blood. She felt like her legs would give out, but she knew he wouldn't like it. "Yeah I know you don't cause daddy didn't raise no hoe," he said menacingly, his hands gripping onto her waist, as he slid all the way out to spit on his dick and slide it back in.

Dalane was dry as fuck because she wasn't enjoying it at all and wasn't even a little bit turned on. Finally, he pulled out and came right on her light brown ass. She knew not to move though, and what was coming.

She closed her eyes, and balled her hands in fist into the wall and her body tensed, preparing for the sting on her ass and the skin welting with each hit he gave her. The slaps sounded throughout the room, and Dalane couldn't help trying to get away from the pain. Daddy had his special belt. The one with the holes in it.

Her body was pressed into the wall and she pushed against it as if it were a trap door that she could fall through and would get her away from the pain she was enduring. And after one too many licks, even though she tried to hold them in, the scream worked its way out of her lungs, and that was when her father finally stopped.

Her legs finally gave out and she slid to the floor gasping for air. Her eyes were wide as saucers and her dad walked out of the room zipping his pants back up as if nothing happened.

She just wondered what he would do if he found out she was gay. After what her father had done, there was no way she could ever be with a man. Xita had turned her on to something new, and though Xita wasn't the chick she wanted to pursue, she knew what she wanted, and it wasn't a man.

After Xita leaves, Dalane's dad rapes her, and during the act, tells Dalane that he knows she doesn't like it, because, "Daddy ain't raise no hoe."