2005
“You’re always taking his side!” Linda screamed walking into her room and slamming the door.
Her mother Rachel followed behind her.
“Don’t slam no door in my house until you pay bills around here, and if there is a time you do pay bills here this is still my house, my rules.” Her mother said.
This has been Linda and Rachel's relationship for the past five years.
Everything was perfect when her mother and father lived together.
Linda is the oldest child of three sisters; they were all raised to be very close.
Linda just turned seventeen, her sister Janet is fourteen, and April is fifteen. They all have a bond like no other.
They were raised in Cincinnati, in one of the biggest houses in Amberley Village.
Her father Charles is a Doctor for Cincinnati Children's Hospital and her mother is a sales associate for Duke Energy. They made pretty well for themselves. Their girls attended a private school and had the best of everything. From the outside looking in they seem to have the picture perfect family, they seemed to have it all. Beauty, brains and money.
Charles was a very handsome man; he could have been a model if he wanted to.
He has a head of creamy brown hair with natural tints of blond and has big hazel eyes.
What stands out about him the most is the dimple in his chin that looks like someone used their thumb and pressed on it leaving an indent.
He has high cheekbones and a killer smile. Linda’s mother is a complete looker as well! Mr. Charles spent nice money fixing up all of her flaws, like her teeth for instance. Her nick name used to be buck tooth Betty, but that's now all fixed. She has dark shoulder length hair with full pretty dark cherry lips with piercing brown eyes. She stands 5’6 and is simply beautiful. You wouldn’t believe they have three beautiful daughters. They all have their mother's full lips and all took a little from each side if you ask me.
Linda has a body women would kill for. She’s 5’4 with full long dark hair like her mother's. Her eyebrows and lashes were so dark and full it looks as if she has on makeup. Her skin was pearl white. I’m telling you she was perfect.
At seventeen it drove her father crazy to be out with her.
Men were constantly hitting on her. He had no problem blurting out that she was only a baby.
If you didn't know Linda you could assume she was every bit of eighteen or older.
Not only was her face killer, but her body is off the hook.
Her breast was huge and perky, and her ass was fluffy and fat. She had it going on for a white girl. I don't mean that in a bad way. I'm just saying from my standpoint and from a man who has never dated outside his race she was bad.
Later that night Linda ran away, any place was better to be than to be around her mother and her new husband Ray. She had recently met a man named Greg who's showing her how life could be if she moved in with him. He's in his late forties, but he has his shit together and he wants her.
Chapter 1
Daze
“WAIT!!!! WAIT!!!” I screamed
I dipped around men, women and children trying to catch my bus on time. The last thing I can do is be late for work again. “Dang Shela you could had waited on a brutha you know I always need a few extra minutes.” I said while paying for my bus ride.
“Daze go sit yo fine self down somewhere. I have a schedule to keep, and you don't pay my bills.” She said.
I stepped back so she could get a better view of me, while I rubbed my hands down my chin hairs.
Giving her my sexy face licking my lips, and giving her my low eyes.
I cleared my throat preparing to make my voice sound deeper.
“So you think I'm sexy huh!” I said never breaking eye contact.
She burst out laughing, " Daze boy don’t play with me, I'll have your little baby ass somewhere begging for your mommy.” She said.
I lifted my head as to look over.
“You know what you right.” I said
What’s up yall I'm Shawn Daze, but my friends call me Daze.
I been through so much and I've done a lot! I'm happy to be able to be here to tell you my story.
Even with everything I been through, I can sit here and humbly tell you about my life.
I had a point when I had hit rock bottom, in my mind there was only one way to come back from this.
I wasn't raised to think this way, but I needed payback from what was taken from me.
It wasn't until then that I was able to get myself back on track and move on with my life, accepting things for what they are.
I come from a hard working loving family. I always had my mother and father in my home.
Though both my parents worked great jobs, they just couldn't get there mind set to move away from their hood.
Their whole thing was, why leave they people just because they may be doing a little better than them.
I have one sibling, her name is Stasha. We grew very close with us being so close in age.
Being one year apart from each other we were like typical brothers and sisters growing up.
We loved and hated each other, but nobody was allowed to mess with me and nobody was allowed was to mess with her.
Coming into our adulthood we really got closer, she is my best friend.
I decided to wait a year for Stasha to graduate so we could join college together.
It was between Wright State University and The University of Cincinnati, but we had a year to apply and figure it out.
While she focused on getting out of High School I focused on the ladies.
I may sound a bit arrogant, but I was what you would consider a catch.
I worked fulltime at Fifth Third Bank, and I have my own crib; a nice two bedroom apartment in Forest Park. My car was only a year old. I had a 2014 midnight black Chevy Impala with custom rims. I’m also easy on the eyes; my skin is the color of Werther’s butterscotch.
I keep my head shaved bald, and have a gold tee. My eyebrows and lashes are so full; it looks like its two layers of them. I have that picture perfect Kodak smile!
I work out every day so my body is chiseled to perfection. From my shoulders to my waist I’m covered in tattoos!
I tried the relationship thing, but I found females these days just want to control or trap you.
My last relationship actually ended because I didn't want to be a girl’s next baby daddy. I should have known the way I met her it was going to end up a waist of my time.
I was sitting on my balcony one day when her and her friends were walking up to the building.
One of these girls was a tenant who I was acquainted with.
I was peeping them out the corner of my eye, but they were bold and had no problem letting me know I was looking like steak.
“Talk that shit up here!” I said to the lighted skinned chick with the sandy red hair and sexy lips.
She gave me a shy smile.
“It wasn't me talking shit sweetie trust and believe that!” She said.
Her mouth was so sexy and so fly.
Before the building door could close all the way I was in the hall and in her face.
“Say that again.” I said.
She smirked and licked her lips.
“See how fast you went out your way to be standing at attention the moment I walked in this building.” She said.
She flipped her hair in my face smiling a wide smile.
“Yeah that's the effect I have on you creatures of nature.” She said.
I’m dazed by her beauty! Her lips are perfectly glossed and she has pretty light brown eyes.
Confident like myself.
I got on one knee and grabbed her hand.
“Marry me.” I said.
> Her girls went crazy
“Awwwwwww girl go best friend you better get it!”
I ain’t marry her and had no plans on marrying her, but I fucked her that night.
We got along well, she respected my space and I respected hers.
The first night I fucked her was amazing, we already had this fire between us.
My intent wasn't even to hit it that night. We made plans for me to cook her, my famous lasagna.
Maybe a movie after I got the house prep and ready for her. I had the soft R&B playing.
The lights were dimmed low. The smell of lasagna and garlic bread invaded the air.
I had a freshly tossed crisp salad prepared with white and red wine chilled to serve.
Now I know what yall thinking…
That a hood nigga don't wine and dine this way, but that's simply not true.
Not every person from the ghetto chose to be a product of their environment.
Then to be clear my environment to me, it was my upbringing, what my father and mother allowed me to see.
So I guess I need to thank my father for knowing how to treat a woman and my mother for choosing a real man.
So I'm young, but I know what it takes to wow a woman. I'll have the pussy so wet without even touching her.
Them panties will glide themselves off!
I heard her at the door. I gave myself one last glance over winking at myself in the mirror.
When I opened the door she had a little surprise for me of her own.
She was standing there in a short grey dress that hugged her ass cheeks. It fell off her shoulders a bit showing off a sleeve with a Scorpio tattoo. As before, her lips were sexy and moist.
I could feel my dick jumping in my pants.
She looked me up and down, and gave me her amazing smile.
“Well are you going to invite me in?” she asked, making me blush realizing I was just standing there gawking over her.
“Um yeah... I'm sorry you look so beautiful.” I said.
She leaned in and kissed me whispering before parting ways.
“I got that effect on people.” She said.
In that moment I lost control, I grabbed her and kissed her.
I lifted her and carried her to my bedroom, it was then I found she didn't have any panties on.
I decided to slide a couple fingers in her on the way to the bed.
She was well trimmed and ready to be fucked. She had me so wide open, that I instantly wanted to eat her pussy.
A nigga like me don't have the urge to eat no random ass pussy, but I was really digging her sexually.
I got her out the dress in seconds, and had my hands all over her body.
I worked my way down and placed my lips on her and began to gently suck her clit.
She placed her hands on my head and caressed it, as I buried my tongue and face deep inside of her. I ate her until she begged for me stop. I ate her until her voice was hoarse from screaming so loud each time she came.
Shit her pussy was good, a nice taste on my lips.
I stopped my tongue assassination long enough to get undressed and get a condom out of the night stand.
“We ain't gotta use a condom baby!" She said.
It kinda took away from my mood for a few reasons. I just devoured her sexy ass pussy, something I normally don't do. To only find out she doesn't respect her body to protect it from STDs.
My mind instantly started thinking if she do this for everybody, every conversation my parents ever had with me came flooding back to me.
“I insist.” I said.
The way she threw her head back let me know she was irritated.
Okay so yeah I think she might be one of the nasty ones, but I'm finna wrap it up and dig in her guts.
Chapter 2
Linda
“Hurry the fuck up in there Linda, daddies hard dick doesn’t have all day to wait around on you!” Mac screamed from the other room. I was furious he kept screaming at me. I was trying to get high in peace.
“JUST A FUCKING MOMENT!” I hollered back to him.
I infected myself with a dose of love and courage, that's what I got out of being addicted to heroin.
It made me temporarily invincible I could do anything, including fucking and sucking the fat bastard, waiting for me in the other room. I untied my arm and hid my stash back under the sink.
I turned on the facet to take a few sips of water, my mouth was so dry.
I was exhausted, he was my last trick for the night then I could drown myself in my sorrows.
He was just about to finish the sentence of telling me to get my ass out the, when I slung the door open.
“Shut up Mac damn! What you thought I snuck out the window with the pussy?” I questioned
“Stop playing with that pretty white pussy, and come give it to me.” He said.
“How do you want it?” I asked.
I was trying to be sexy, but my words were slurring, and I had this uncontrollable lean.
By the time I made it to the bed I flopped on it landing on my stomach.
“What the fuck.” Mac screamed.
I was done I tried speaking, but I couldn't, I couldn't even move.
“This is some bull shit!” Mac said.
“You better bet your bottom dollar I'm telling Greg about this! I want all my money back!” He said.
I was still lying on my stomach, I didn't know what my body was going through, but I had no control over it.
Tears started running out my eyes; I was unable to control the slob coming out of my mouth.
Not once did he notice if anything was wrong with me.
He dressed and was about to leave out the room, but something stopped him.
“I’m getting my money back and some!” I heard him say.
He took his hat back off and unbuckled his pants. I heard his buckle hit the floor.
“Fuck this I'm not leaving here empty handed I’m getting something.” He said.
He walked over to the bed and climbed in to spread my ass cheeks so he could insert himself inside of me.
He started pumping aggressively, I wanted him to stop. I needed help! I needed him to call 911.
I couldn't even get out a moan or groan that's how fucked up I was.
He wasn't hurting me I've had dick in every hole possible.
Greg made sure I was very familiar with that.
Every day I was learning a lesson from thinking I knew it all.
My mother and father were at each other's throats all the time.
Finally they split for good, and my father became so distant, it was as if he wasn't alive.
Truth was he had moved on with a new family.
My mother would tell us things like he left us for another woman or he doesn’t love us anymore, and that he has another family.
She blamed their divorce on him, but I knew it all wasn't his fault.
My mother cheated on him as well. There were plenty of days she had conversations in front of me thinking I couldn't read in between the lines, she was way more sneaker than him.
Once my father was gone I got away with everything. She wasn't interested in parenting us.
She was too busy sleeping around and bringing random men home from bars.
It was like our dad couldn't pack his things fast enough; his spot in the bed was still warm when she had me coming over to sleep there.
It really got wild when she allowed simple ass Ray to move in with us.
I called him simple Ray because he was nothing like my father, he didn't drive.
He was always dirty. One day my little sister asked him why he smelled so bad.
He played it off like it didn't bother him, but his facial expression changed, so you could clearly tell it did.
“Oh I work on cars honey.” He said
The whole conversation tickled me for some reason; before I knew it I had an outburst of laughter.
My mother was furious; she kept her cool and d
idn't say anything at that moment.
She made it her business to wake us in the middle of the night to tell us how much she didn't appreciate our stunt with Ray.
He was at our house every day, until finally he never left. He was a complete creep.
None of us girls trusted him; we all felt he looked at us funny.
We wouldn't dare say anything to our mother, she wouldn't have believed us.
Around this time I met a dude named Greg, he was from Detroit.
He was up there in age, but was really handsome for his age.
Me and my friends were walking home from school, and decided to buy some cigarettes.
He was standing behind me in line and I was nervous as hell. This was my first time going to buy them.
“Honey no way you're eighteen, I'm not losing my job over no smokes.” She said
I took a deep breath, and stomped my foot while storming out the store.
We were walking away when a deep voice called from behind us.
“Hey Snow White you still want these.” He said.
It was the sexy guy who was standing behind me in the store.
I walked up to him with a wide smile on my face. I reached for them, but he yanked them back.
“What do you say?” He asked
“Please!” I said in the sexy voice, batting my eyes at him.
He handed me the pack, looking at me like he could eat me alive.
He had to be Irish or something. His hair, eyes and facial hair were all sandy red. His smile would have been perfect if it weren't for the gap in the middle of his teeth.
He was a short guy standing about 5'2. I was taller than him already standing a good 5’4.
After that day I told my mom I was walking home every day which really meant hanging out with Greg.
“So what's your real name Snow White?” He asked.
“Well it's definitely not Snow White it's Linda, but just call me Lin.” I said.
“Lin huh.” He said licking his lips.
One of my girls cleared her throat to remind me they were waiting for me.
I turn to look at them and then back at him.
“Hold up.” I said
I ran the pack of cigarettes over to them, and told them I was cool go on without me.
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