Damaged Goods

Tiffany

Tiffany laid on her bed with thoughts of why's, what if's, and all other questions of life. At the age of only 22 she had been through more in her life than a woman twice her age. She had always been a pretty girl with a nice body which only meant double trouble. She still was quite a catch as far as her appearance. She was about 5'3, fair complexion, thick in the hips, almond shaped eyes the color of sand with lips soft as silk. Her attitude on the other hand, well that's another story. She was mentally abused and sexually assaulted most of her teens which left her what most people call "damaged goods." Despite all the negativity in her life she still managed to press forward. "22 with a kid, no degree, how did I get to this place?" She thought. Trying to think more positive, "Well I have my own house and a nice truck but what is that really?" Tiffany heard 9 month old Dionne crying and jumped out of bed. Dionne was Tiffany's only child. She tends to keep her up most nights. It wasn't like she slept much anyways. "What's the matter Dionne? Did mommy's baby have a nightmare?" When Tiffany picked her up she instantly stopped crying. Her big brown eyes make you melt as soon as you see her. Her father was the neighborhood drug dealer that was now serving a 15 year sentence for a drug deal gone bad. DeLow and Tiffany had literally just bumped in to each other's lives. When they hooked up everything started to look better for her. She never wanted for anything. Shopping sprees, big parties and everyone knew who she was and knew not to fuck with Tiffany. Once she started to get her confidence back and felt like she was somebody is when he flipped the script. He became abusive physically, mentally and emotionally. When she got pregnant with baby Dionne he had promised he would do better which lasted about a month. Just long enough for him to be sentenced to 15 years in the penitentiary. Tiffany finally got the baby to go to sleep and her phone rang. She was wondering who would be calling her phone at 3am. It was her bestie drunk as fuck. "Nyoke. What the hell do you want girl? It's 3 in the morning shouldn't yo ass be sleep?" She said while shaking her head. Nyoke responded, "Bitch guess who just left here?" "Who Ny?" "Dylan! That nigga put it on my ass too. I ain't never came that many times in my liiiife!" She said as she giggled. "How the fuck you end up with Dylan? Bitch tell me everything!" Tiffany was all ears. Dylan was a guy they met in junior high school that Nyoke always had a crush on and he seemed to be crushing on her too. They never truly got to make it official because his family moved away. Ny wouldn't admit it but it hurted her deep. It showed in the way she treated men in her relationships. "Oh. Just a few minutes ago you said I should be sleep. Now yo ass wanna hear the details. You lucky that's what I called for." She laughed. "Shut up hoe and tell me!" Tiffany said anxiously. " Ok damn. Thirsty much! I was down at Lisa's Lounge having a drink or two." "Or six bitch!" " You know that's my spot. I had on the black dress that drape in the front with the back out looking like a snack. Might I add." She laughed.   " I wore those stilettos you let me borrow last year that string up the leg. My hair was pulled up off my face so you know I was looking like that action. Well, I was talking to the barmaid and someone tapped me on my ass. You know I instantly went in to flip mode. I snapped my neck around so fast like what the fu.. before I could get  my sentence out, a strong masculine voice said "Same old NY-Key I see" Girl I almost melted. He smelled so damn good. His skin was like butter and his body... Bitch he looked like he could bench press my ass." She said as she had a flashback. "Damn don't cum again on the phone bitch." Tiff joked. "Girl I'm trying to tell you. He was perfect in every way. We sat and talked until 1am until he finally suggested we go somewhere a little more private. I was only too eager to get him back to my house. Before we got in the door good we was all over each other. He was biting my lip while I was taking his pants off. I sucked his dick like it was my mom's dying wish. He was moaning and you know that shit turns me on, so I hopped on that motherfucka and road him until his eyes rolled to the back of his head. This nugga was saying he loved me and everything. Shit I was loving his ass too." "Sounds like you had a good night. So are y'all hooking back up? Is he back for good? What's going on with y'all?" She asked. Nyoke replied, "Yes we will definitely be doing that again. I mean linking back up. He's not sure if he's staying but if he does, I'm marrying that nigga." They both laughed. They talked for a few more minutes until Tiffany realized it was almost 4:30 in the morning and she had to be up and out of the house by 8am to get Dionne to daycare and her to work. She enjoyed listening to Ny's stories because she was never wild. She was the type to always have a boyfriend and never really had random sex. Because of her background, sex really meant something to her. She used to always tell dudes, "It's strings attached to this pussy!" She was so different than other females her age. She was more mature and from the outside she appeared to have it all together. From the outside!