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Mariah's Life Style Part 2
Heey its me Mariah, i finally got time to write part two..hope u enjoy ! ^_^ don't forget MJ Owns The Universe ! aha..... ------------------------------------------------------------------- he raped me anytime he felt like it and he beat me down each time too. spitting in my face as he called me the dirtiest kind of low-down bitches and hoes..... (Andre)yeah, ya nasty shit-eater, suck this big dick like u like it! turn that big stank ass over n' lemme stick this pole in there. fuckin' ho! you know u' been beggin' for this shit you lucky i don't let a few of my boys get at this shit too. maybe ill bring em up here and let em run a train on u first, then hit ya grandma next!! at 13 i was still just a child, and just the threat of somebody sexually hurting my grandma was enough to keep me quiet and compliant. i did whatever he forced me to do retreating deeper inside myself more each day. i cut off all my friends and stayed locked up in my room. i stopped seeing Hakeem too. Hakeem was my boyfriend, and was also Andre's cousin. you couldn't tell they were family b/c Hakeem was sweet and knew how to treat a girl, Andre on the other hand was just cold-hearted. but Hakeem was ALWAYS having erections and wanting some but he was always unsuccessful, so i could say that's ONE thing they have in common, right?..... (Hakeem) c'mon, muddah thats what hi and a few other people i know call me, but he would beg, promising to eat me out real good... (me) no, keem I refused. it was just hard to face him knowing that the cherry i wouldn't give to him had been stolen by somebody else, his cousin at that!! i didn't know where to turn. if i told Hakeem what was going on, i knew blood was gonna get spilled and i didnt want to put him in that position. plus, i was too ashamed of what that crazy motherfuckah had made me do. he'd stuck his skinny dick in EVERY hole i had, and i felt nasty and violated and mad enough to kill his ass at the same time. he fucked me on the elevator, on the staircase, and even up on the roof where that hot concrete cut into my knees and burned the skin on my ass and my bare back. by the time shit came to a head a couple months later, i was sick and nervous that id lost 15 pounds. my hands shook all the time and my hair was breaking off in clumps. i didn't know what was gonna happen the next time he rolled up on me, but i had already decided he wasn't fucking me no more. i started to carry a knife around with me at all times, ready to stab him or better yet, slice his dick open if he touched me again. as it turned out, i had underestimated grandma for real. i found out how much heat that old lady was packing one day when that crazy fool got so bold he thought he could come right up in my apartment and get him some pussy just b/c he felt like it. i was stretched out on my bed reading when i looked up and saw him standing in my doorway. (me)how the fuck did u get in here? i sat up quickly, my eyes darting across the room to the Reebok gym bag where i kept my knife. his sick as grinned.... (Andre)i got my ways bitch, what you readin'? How To Sex A Baller he moved into my small room, closing the door behind him.... (andre) im ya baller, baby gir. so why don't you come over here and show me a little somethin' you done learned i shot across the small room like a cannon my hand was inside my gym bag searching for my knife when he jumped on me.... (Andre)what i tell you about fighting me? he said laughing as he tried to grab my wrists and pin me down. i twisted from side to side, grunting as i tried to find my knife. i brought my knee up between us and he leaned on my leg, opening them wide and pinning me with his weight. (Andre)bitch, don't make me--- the door to my room flew open, and both of us turned, our heads froze. (grandma)boooyyyyy grandma said real slow as she reached between her thick legs and pulled a small silver pistol out from under her house dress.... (grandma)i don't know what you came in here to find, but i can sure tell you what you about to get! i was stunned. all i could think was "where the hell did grandma get a gat". the moment he jumped up, i got my hand around my knife and yanked it out the bag. i held it in front of me, but he wasn't even studying me no more. i was just as shocked as he was, and watched his face go blank as he starred down the barrel of the small pistol grandma was aiming with a fat, steady hand. (grandma)what the hell was you doing to her, boy? Andre laughed (Andre)we was just playin' he pointed to the CD player, which wasn't even turned on... (Andre)we was dancin' and shit, and then she fell--- grandma interrupted him (grandma)oh, u wanna dance with my granddaughter, huh? i screamed as grandma fired (grandma)dance, darn you grandma yelled, popping shots into the floor all around his feet (grandma)lemme see how good you can dance to this kinda music it was almost funny watching as he jumped in the air and hopped from foot to foot, stutter stepping as he tried to dodge grandma's bullets, not one of them came close to hitting him, and i knew the old women wasn't even trying to hit him... (grandma)now get your no-good tail outta here grandma stopped shooting and waved the gun, motioning him toward the door. she kept the gun locked on him as he rushed past her and out of the room, then said.... (grandma)next time i catch you anywhere near my door, aint gone be no dancing, imma shoot you clean dead and if i ever find out you done something to lil muddah here, imma shoot you twice. (me) yeah, motherfuckah i screamed, waving my knife and rejoicing that my nightmare was finally over. (me)get the fuck outta here and don't bring your crazy ass back but three weeks later i couldn't find a damn thing to be happy about. my breasts were sore and id been getting sick to my stomach a lot. my period hadn't come yet, and i was worried. a few days later a cheap drugstore pregnancy test confirmed my worst fear. that nasty Andre had got me PREGNANT!! all i could see was my dreams in the gutter and my world crashing in. how was i gonna take care of a baby when i was only 13??? how could i bring grandma another mouth to feed when we were barely eating already and how could i tell Hakeem id already been fucked when he was still wanting to be the first one to slide his dick between my legs?? i missed the nest 3 days of school, i laid in bed with covers over my head shaking. i refused to eat or drink, and would only close my eyes and tremble when grandma begged me to tell her what was wrong. when i was finally able to accept my situation, i forced myself to come up with a plan. aside from my deep shame at being raped, the last thing i wanted was a baby. especially by a twisted motherfuckah like him, but i knew getting an abortion was out. i didn't have the money or the insurance, and even if i could somehow come up with the cash, i didn't believe in killing babies. but there was also no way in hell i could bring nobody Else's baby into my relationship with Hakeem. on the fourth day i got out of bed and walked into the kitchen to tell grandma i was going to school. but was i really???....... ----------------------------------------------------------------- Hope u liked, don't forget to vote !! look out for "Mariah's life style Part 3" it might take a while but ill post it sooner or later. Much L.O.V.E. Mariah ! ^_*
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