Down Ass Chick(COMPLETED)

Down Ass Chick.

“Ain’t nobody gone ever want you, bitch.” Lance, a man who was suppose to be my fathe figurer spat at me.

“Daddy, I’m sorry. I promise, I won’t do it again.” I pleaded with him as he tugged at my pajamas. The truth was, I hadn’t done anything, but I always tried my best to talk my way out of playing the tickling game.

“Oh, I know you won’t.” He practically ripped my pants off. I closed my eyes, hoping that it wouldn’t hurt. I felt Lance drag my pink panties down as he undid his pants. I sighed long and hard. Why did Mama have to work nights? I felt the tears begin to rush down my cheeks. “Babygirl, don’t cry. This game is fun.” He forcefully rammed all of himself inside me. He’d been doing it since he and my mom married 3 years earlier. I sat back imaging a good life would be. I’d have a boss husband. He’d be real cute to. My kids would be rocking straight designer, I wouldn’t have them looking tore-down like my Mama had me and James looking. We’d have a big house it’d be white, or maybe cream.

            Just then, my thoughts were interrupted when Lance squirted that disgusting stuff all over my night shirt. I opened my eyes as the warm fluid ran down my stomach and onto my sheets.

“Go clean yourself.” Lance said as he got off of me and exited my room. I sighed long and hard. I wish I could speak to someone about this, but it had to stay a secret.

            I got in the shower and scrubbed my skin raw. My vagina burned terribly and I cried as the warm water soothed the ache.  After showering, I got on my house phone and called my best friend, Kim.

“Hey, Tracey girl. I been calling you for an hour, what you been doing?” Kim answered the phone. She had been my dearest friend since kindergarten, but even she couldn’t know about Lance and me. I  felt like it was equally my fault.

“I was putting  James lil bad ass to sleep.” I lied. My little brother had gone to sleep hours earlier.

“Girl, guess what?”
“What?” I asked.

“I got that nigga Rah’s number.” She informed me. We’d seen him a few times around town. He was fine as hell. But honestly, I didn’t think he’d mess with Kim or me, we were both so young and basic.

“From where?!”

“My sister Kita, she been jocking him hella hard, so I snuck in her room and got the number out her phone.” Kim laughed sinisterly.

“Girl, Kita will kill us if she finds out we got his number! And besides, ain’t he like 22? What he gone do with some sophomores in high school? I’m barely 16!” I spoke to Kim.

“We just gone call and see if he answer. I don’t even know if it’s the right number. Niggas like Rah be havin’ like 7 cellphones.” Kim said. Shit, I didn’t even have one cell phone. Mama was not having that.

“Okay, girl I’m nervous. Who gone talk?” I asked.

“Shit you! You sound the oldest.” Kim said. She was right. I sighed. I thought about whether we should call him.

“Okay! Hurry up before I change my mind.” I told her. I sat back silent as the phone rang. My heart was beating fast as ever. Finally, after 4 rings, we got an answer.

“Hello?” A deep, sexy voice answered. I wished Kim would’ve spoke, but she didn’t.

“Hey, Rah.” I tried to sound grown and sexy, though I was terrified.

“Who dis?” Rah spoke seriously.

“Uhm, this is Tracey.” I said my real name on accident. I couldn’t think of a fake one, I was that nervous.

“Where I know you from?”

“You don’t…” I said.

“What the fuck? I swear to God, if somebody playin’ on my private phone, I’m fuckin’ them up.” I got nervous. I lived in the hood, but I knew nothing about violence.

“Don’t get mad! I just uh…wanted to talk to you.” I stuttered. I wished Kim would say something to save me.

“You lucky this my chill night, or I woulda dogged the fuck outta you. But, I’m relaxin’ and whatever, so what’s up?” I honestly didn’t think it’d be that easy to talk to Rah. He was gutta. Like nobody messed with him and I just knew he didn’t play. I was surprised there wasn’t somebody knocking at my door for playing on his phone.

“Umm… I don’t know.” I couldn’t think of anything to talk about.

“So you call a grown ass man, with no conversation… you must be young. How is you Baby?” My body slightly shivered at him calling me Baby. I wasn’t sure if he meant it romantically, but I took it that way.

“16.”

“Damn! You tryna make a nigga catch a case, too?” He sounded shocked. I laughed.

“No! I just, want us to be friends.” I lied. I’d spent countless nights fantasizing about Rah, sometimes, I imagined it was him on top of me instead of Lance. But, at the same time, I’d seen the types of girls Rah kept around. They were COLD, sexy, beautiful. A bunch of words that I wasn’t. I was just Tracey, plain, quiet, shy, Tracey.

“Alright then, we can do dat. What school you go to Tracey?”

“Monroe High.”

“What? You a hood girl, huh? I went there, a long ass time ago. Shit, I shoulda finished.” He admitted.

“Why didn’t you finish, if you don’t mind me asking.” I asked.

“There was money to be made in my house. My mama was sick, so I got out there and hustled like I had to.” He said.

“She must be real proud of you.”

“She died when I was 18.” Rah said.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” I felt bad.

 “What yo Mama do?” Rah quickly changed the subject.

“She works at the old folks home on Taylor Street. She work nights.”  I said.

“Yeah? I been over there before. I’m surprised I never see you around.”

“My stepdad makes me stay in the house a lot.” I said.

“Damn, I’ma come and get you one day. We can chill and smoke and shit.” Rah said. I’d never smoked, but I’d give anything to hang with him for a day.
“Wow, really?” I asked in shock. When I thought about it later, I sounded extra desperate.

“Yeah, you seem like cool people. You doin’ anything tomorrow?” He asked me.

“I’m going over my friend Kim’s.”
“Well, she can come to. You wanna come over?” I got nervous. It sounded like fun though. And I knew Kim’s mom would let us go.

“Yeah.” I said. I heard someone creeping up the steps. I had to hurry up and get Rah off the phone before Lance came in.  “But anyway Rah, I gotta go. Nice talking to you. I’ma call you tomorrow so you can come get us.” I hung up on him quickly. I threw the cordless phone on the base and jumped into my bed.

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