Blue Gangsta (Completed)

20. Little Debbie

⚠️ Warning!! ⚠️ This chapter has explicit drug use, self-harm, and rape. If these themes are triggering please skip ahead and don't read. The language is a bit graphic and I do not wish to bring any of my readers and anxiety or trigger them in any way. Read with your own discretion please!!!!

I hate the girl who stares at me in this mirror her eyes are almond shape instead of round. Her skin is caramel instead of brown. The disgrace of being a lightskin heifer. She had curly and kinky hair yet with heat it becomes silky and straight either way it's hideous.

Her head was shape like a thumb and her lips were unbearably ugly. Most of all her father hated her because she looks every bit much like the woman he killed. He killed my mother after she confronted him about what he was doing to her daughters.

She was angry when I told her that her precious husband were making my sister and I sleep with random men for money. He told me and my sister we had to earn our keep because if we didn't he was going to have to sell us.

I made the mistake of yelling that he couldn't do that. After the smack that still stings my face with the thought of it I realized he could. That night he made two men sleep with me at once to teach me a lesson.

My mother found out that my sister and I were not doing well in school. She also found out my sister was doing drugs. When she confronted us about it one day while her husband was at work. I told her the truth. The wails she produce were enough to make my sister and I breakdown.

She had us pack our bags and told us we were leaving. We weren't going to be tormented anymore. I believed her so much although Helen knew. She knew we were never going to escape. I hated that she was right. He came home in the middle of us leaving.

He argued with my mother and denied it all. But when Helen produced abortion paperwork. He try to say he had no choice. That he had some debts and some guys he had to pay off. But the truth was he was just evil. Morris didn't answer to no one neither did he take orders anymore.

Once he became head of corrections he sought out a way to make even political officials answer to him. Which is the day my sister and I became his personal concubines to pimp out and send whoever our way. My parents argued as Helen who try to help got smacked. I stood frozen watching the scene play out.

I couldn't believe what was happening and while my sister laid knocked out on the floor. I watch my father push my mother down the stairs where she cracked her skull. The red blood started to pour out and her eyes became lifeless. It was my first introduction into death.

I watch as her soul left us and with it she took our freedom. I trusted my mother to get me out of this prison. But even she was no match in strength for the father she chose for us. I cried that day so much and it was not because my mother was dead. It was because that was the day I died with her.

My fate was sealed under the Satan who had complete control of my life. He no longer had to hide what happen to us at home. No more fake put ons at dinner to satisfy my mother. That was the day we truly entered Hell and the day that changed Helen and I forever.

Puffing the weed that I rolled I let the smoke tickle my nose hairs before I pull again. Getting high seem to be the only thing to stop the pain from suffocating me the high and the scars.

I pick up the blade dragging it across my arm. I watch the blood escape my skin down a journey towards my hands. I laugh as it felt too good to feel the warm blood coat my finger tips almost like ecstasy something I would like to try.

The blood matches the same blood I saw pour out of my mother. The same blood that pour out of Helen when Morris beat her. But I don't know if it's the same blood that pours out of him. He doesn't seem to fit in our life. I am hoping my mother lied and that he truly wasn't our father. A girl could always hope if not dream.