by Natavia
“Maybe you should tell Trell the same thing, so he can be somebody, too. You can’t live through me. This isn’t about me, David, it’s about you. I wanted to be a doctor, but you forced me to play football. I wanted to go to a school in Bowie, but you made me go to a stupid-ass racist catholic school. You wanted Mother to be a housewife and now you don’t like coming home to her. You don’t appreciate us,” I replied.
My mother stormed out of the house in her jogging clothes. She opened the passenger door yelling and screaming at me.
“You wanna be just like your punk ass father, huh? Your truck had to be towed! Whoever stole it, crashed it. See, this is all your father’s fault. I told him to buy you an Altima and look what you did, now my car insurance is about to go up! Get your ass in the house,” she said.
“David bought it, what you mad for?” I asked.
My father got out of the truck and came around to get between me and my mother.
“Would you shut the fuck up?” David asked her.
“This is your fault! I told you it was a bad idea to bring your problem child around my kids but don’t worry, Deerie will never meet your bastard child. Why do you have him on my property? Tryst has never gotten into trouble, now all of a sudden, he wants to hang in the roach-infested hood you come from? Looks like the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree,” she replied.
Trell got out of the truck to get into the passenger seat but my mother blocked him.
“You can walk home,” my mother told him.
David slapped my mother and she fell onto the ground holding her face.
“I accepted your shit, now it’s time to accept mine. What if I told OUR son about your past? You wouldn’t like that, would you? The next time Trell comes around, you will treat him like he’s yours, it’s only fair Kim. You touch my son, I’ll break your fuckin’ jaw. Make sure he gets to school on time,” David said.
He got back inside his truck and pulled off with Trell looking at me through the window with tear-filled eyes. I helped my mother off the ground and she snatched away from me.
“What is David talking about, Ma?”
“Stay out of grown folks’ business. The next time I catch you hangin’ around that boy, I’ll make sure you never see him or your father again. Do not play with me. All you need to know about me and your father is that we love you and Deerie very much and we will both do anything to keep you two safe. Go in the house and get ready for school. You smell just like the projects!” she yelled from behind me when I went into the house. Deerie was at the top of the stairs when I made it to the second level of the house.
“What happened? Where were you? Jonna kept calling the house all night worried about you. We’re not supposed to go around David’s son, he’s bad news,” Deerie said.
“Keep listening to Ma. You’re going to end up just like her. She’s not truthful to none of us, just like David. She lied to us yesterday morning about them getting counseling. All she wants to do is make it seem as if she’s a good person, but David doesn’t want our mother so get over it. Our parents hate each other and he’s not coming back,” I replied.
I went into my bedroom and locked the door. It was time I looked out for myself because my parents were playing tug-a-war with me. I undressed and went into the bathroom. I was thinking about Dream, she was a cool girl with an attitude which I could handle especially since I had a mother like Kimberly. Even if I never saw Dream again, her vibe was something to remember.
Three hours later…
The hallways were crowded when I walked into school. I was dragging my feet because I was still tired. It was pointless to go to practice because I already knew the coach was going to be on my ass and Peyton would’ve enjoyed it. Soon as I reached my locker, Jonna came storming over towards me.
“Where were you? Your mother said you ran away. I was so worried about you,” she said.
“I’m good.”
She was talking my head off while I grabbed my textbooks. I ignored her while putting things into my locker.
“Talk to me, Tryst. You’re making me out to be the bad guy. I want to help you,” she said.
“This doesn’t feel like a break. I told you yesterday that I wanted some space and you keep calling my house and my cellphone. Just fall back for a second.”
She crossed her arms and stood there tapping her foot, hoping to intimidate me.
Her friend Amanda rushed over to us and slammed the locker door in my face.
“You told Jonna I came on to you? You’re going to pay for this because now Ryan doesn’t want to talk to me! I don’t like you and I will never like you, so fuck off!” Amanda shouted at me.
Everyone stood in the hallway and watched while Jonna silently stood there. What was supposed to make sense didn’t. I was with Jonna for three years and never saw her for what she was which is weak. It took for my parents to split to see Jonna’s true colors.
“You’re going to stand there and let her talk to me like that?” I asked Jonna.
“Well, you lied on her. What do you want me to do? You’re changing,” Jonna said.
“Tell Jonna you tried to rape me over the summer at Ryan’s party! Tell the whole school that you forced me to give you a blowjob,” Amanda shouted. I heard the gasps throughout the hallway and even a few teachers watched on with disappointment. Just like that, it was enough to destroy my life.
“Come to my office, Tryst. Grab your things,” the principal said to me.
“You believe Amanda?” I asked Jonna.
“She’s been my friend for years, Tryst. Her mother is my godmother, you know that,” Jonna said. She knew it was bullshit but her crowd was more important than me. I nodded and walked away, heading towards the principal’s office. Peyton yelled out that I was a rapist and needed to be jailed. I should’ve known my last year was going to be the worst because they hated the positive attention I received.
I sat across from the principal’s desk after he slammed the door of his office. He unbuttoned his suit jacket before sitting down.
“I’ve been hearing things about you lately and I’m not too pleased. You have been an honor roll student since the ninth grade and you have the highest GPA in this school. A rape accusation has been the first one I’ve heard throughout the twenty years I worked here. Rape is a very bad representation of this school, so I have to get the police involved,” he said.
“She’s setting me up. What the fuck! You think I touched that girl? I don’t need to rape anyone. This will ruin me, and you know it. You don’t have proof and Amanda came on to me.”
“That’s up to the police to decide. I didn’t want to believe it, but Peyton has informed me of a lot of things. You threatened him in the locker room yesterday? I’m going to have to suspend you until further notice. This hardcore behavior will not be tolerated in this school!” he said.
I was heated as I held back tears of anger. In the student handbook it said that rape wasn’t supposed to be taken lightly but I didn’t understand how easy it was to be accused of it. I was in the newspaper for being a shining star, kids looked up to me but now all I’d be is a rapist. I’d never look at life the same again. I waited until the police came so they could handcuff me, and it was the first time I had to walk with my head down. The students were peeking out of their classrooms as I walked past. Deerie ran down the hallway.
“Get off my brother! Leave him alone! He didn’t do anything!” she screamed.
“Call our father!” I shouted over my shoulder. There were six officers surrounding me while three escorted me out even though I wasn’t resisting. I didn’t say anything in case they wanted to beat my ass or even worse, shoot me. They pushed the main door open and there were more squad cars in the parking lot. I heard one of them asking the principal about my lockers. A couple of officers were saying slick shit to me, but I still remained silent. The cuffs were heavy and purposely tightened around my wrists. I was shoved into the back of a cop car and hauled off to the police st
ation.
Deerie
Me and my brother didn’t see eye-to-eye on a lot of things but at the end of the day, we had the same blood. Jonna and Amanda were on my shit list. I went back to my class and my teacher looked at me suspiciously.
“This is our last day in this school! Fuck all of you with a rusty pipe in the ass!” A few students snickered because they knew I meant it.
“Deerie Christianson! That language is forbidden!” Mrs. Rose said.
I grabbed my backpack and walked out of her class. When I saw Jonna going into the bathroom, I followed her. She pulled something out of her pocket, a makeup compact, and I saw a white powder substance. I snapped a picture of her using her fingernail to form a line then another picture of her sniffing the cocaine. My phone was on vibrate so she didn’t hear me while I snapped away. I sent them to my email just in case something happened to my phone. Jonna was sniffing coke like she was the only one in the bathroom. There were rumors of Amanda and Ryan getting high but I never expected Jonna to do it. Then again, she was Amanda’s puppy.
“JONNA!”
She dropped her make-up compact and the drugs fell onto the floor. I knew the bitch wasn’t about nothing since the moment I met her.
“Wha-wha-what are you doing here? How long have you been standing there?” she asked.
“Lo-lo-long enough to know that you were just doing crack and I also did a whole photoshoot of it. You’re not so good after all. This was perfect timing.”
She backed against the wall with tears in her eyes. Jonna was always emotional and I wondered if the drugs had something to do with it.
“Please don’t tell anyone. I’ll do anything you want me to do. I have been very stressed with filling out college applications and my best friend wants me to hate my boyfriend,” she sobbed.
“Whatever Pookie. You help me out and I’ll help you out but first I want you to tell the principal and the police that Amanda lied on Tryst. Also, I have another plan that you can help me with.”
I rambled off my other plans and she paid close attention. She’d do anything to keep her popular spot in school.
“After I do everything you want me to, you’ll delete those pictures?” she asked.
“Yes, I will and maybe we can actually be friends.”
“Oh, thank you so much, Deerie. I’ll send you everything once I’m done,” she replied. Jonna happily left out of the bathroom but little did she know, I was still going to blast her.
My phone buzzed while I crept down the hallway. I received a text message from my boyfriend, telling me to come over because he missed me. A teacher called out to me as soon as I got to the main door. He ran towards me, telling me I couldn’t leave school without my parents’ permission. I bolted out of the door and ran through the parking lot to my truck.
Forty minutes later…
By the time I made it to my boyfriend’s neighborhood from school, Tryst was on his way home with our mother. David was too afraid to go anywhere near a police station. Since Tryst is able to stay away from home, maybe I can do the same thing. He could do whatever he wants but I had to stay underneath my drunk ass mother sometimes, nursing her while she threw up everywhere. Maybe I needed to see a shrink because I wanted to do the dumbest things to get their attention. Maybe me messing with an older man would ruffle their feathers. The garage door opened when I pulled up in my sugar daddy’s driveway. I cut the engine off, grabbed my backpack then used my key to unlock the door that led to the inside of his house. A cloud of smoke came from the kitchen as I made my way down the hall. Sugar Daddy sat at a table counting duffle bags of money with two guns spread out across the surface.
“Come here, beautiful. I have something for you,” he said.
I dropped my backpack on the floor going to him. He opened his arms out for me. His saggy hairy chest rubbed against me when I hugged him. He kissed me, and I wanted to throw up. I did anything he wanted me to do except kiss him. His tongue had left a nasty taste in my mouth before that I hated very much. He picked up a bag from the floor by his ashy feet. I was only using him to get the things I wanted, other than that, he could tip over and die.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“Open it,” he said.
I sat on his lap and went into the small bag, pulling out a box. When I opened it, there was a diamond necklace with the initials, D.P.
“What does that stand for?”
“Daddy’s pussy,” he replied.
“What else do you have for me?”
He picked up a stack of money from the table and gave it to me without a problem.
“Soon as you turn twenty-one, I’m going to make you my wife,” he said while caressing my cheeks with his crossed eyes. He stood up and carried me upstairs, telling me all the things he wanted to do to me. Sugar Daddy’s house was sort of small compared to David’s house and it was practically empty. I saw a thong draped over his headboard. Why should I care if he was messing with someone? I was getting the attention I wanted. He went into the nightstand to get a condom and I just wanted to hurry up and get it over with. We didn’t talk much sometimes, so maybe he knew what I really wanted from him because there was no way in hell he was stupid enough to think my parents would approve of him. He stood up, smiling down at me. The creep was obsessed with my school girl uniform, so I guess I was dressed for the occasion. He pulled down his sweat pants and his dick was hiding behind the bush he didn’t want to shave. He lifted up my skirt then smelled between my legs.
“You smell like baby powder,” he groaned while jerking himself off with one hand. His other hand was pulling down my panties. I closed my eyes when I felt his weight kneeling on the bed. The headboard squeaked when he laid on top of me, gapping my legs open while breathing heavily in my ear. I closed my eyes and counted to twenty, hoping it’d be over soon. I thought back to the day when I made my first move a few months ago…
My father and his friend were sitting in the kitchen watching ESPN when I went downstairs to get a soda out the fridge. Nobody was in the house but us three because my mother was at the grocery store and Tryst was at football practice.
“What’s up, baby girl?” my father asked.
“I’m thirsty but I was wondering if I could have a few bucks to go to the mall. It’s boring in this house.”
“We had this talk already, Deerie. No extra money until you stop getting phone calls home from school. Every day it’s somethin’ with you. Go a week without getting in trouble then you can get your allowance back. I’ll be back, let me take this phone call,” he said.
He was always dismissing me, putting everyone else before me. He was all about Tryst anyway, which is why Tryst had jewelry, expensive clothes and a new truck. I had nothing but a raggedy-ass truck that always needed to be fixed.
I went into the fridge, bending down to get a soda although there were some on the top shelf that I could’ve grabbed. Just like I thought, David’s friend was eyeing me with lust-filled eyes when I turned around. I wasn’t a fool, I knew he wanted me because of the way he had been looking at me lately.
He stared at me as I drank my soda. I purposely spilled a little on my shirt, so my nipples could get hard. Since David didn’t give a fuck about me, I took matters into my own hands. At that moment, I knew me wanting someone close to us would hurt him. I tossed my soda can into the trash can before walking past David’s friend.
“Pick me up after school tomorrow,” I whispered.
“I can’t do that,” he stuttered.
“I know you like what you see, and you can have it. It’ll be our little secret.”
“You’re my goddaughter,” he said while staring at my breasts.
“That’s what makes it even better. I’ll be ready at 2:15,” I replied.
The next day, he picked me up from school and took me to his house…
His body jerked as he filled the condom, bringing me back to reality. He climbed off top of me, rolling over on his back with sweat smeared across his h
airy chest. I stared at the ceiling fan, silent and still. My life had become a twilight zone.
I waited until he was sleeping to crawl out of bed. I grabbed my shirt and panties and rushed downstairs. The idiot still had money on the table. I got dressed then stepped into my shoes. An extra stack of money wouldn’t hurt so I grabbed another then hurriedly put it in my backpack. Maybe I went overboard because I grabbed one of the guns off the table. I heard a familiar voice outside of the house. He wasn’t supposed to stop by until tomorrow to pick up part of his money. I knew things about David through my sugar daddy. David rang the doorbell.
“Yo, June Bug! Hurry up!” David shouted from the other side of the door. Heavy footsteps were coming down the stairs. I opened the garage door, disappearing before June Bug opened the door. Starting the truck would’ve been noticeable so I had to wait until the coast was clear. I could hear them talking in the hallway and David was telling June Bug how he planned on sending someone to Amanda’s family’s house. My heart was beating fast, my adrenaline pumping. I had to get out without using the garage door.
“After this last shipment, I’m done with this. I have enough money saved up to focus on other things, but my kids need me. Deerie is anti-social and I can tell she hates me, but all I want is for her to do right so she can have the world. Tryst got some shit going on in school and Trell stole one of my guns from the safe. I don’t even know how the little nigga got the code. I’m done with this, Bug; after this, it’s all on you. Whatever you do, do not fuck this up. Bentley is a crazy and miserable-ass nigga and he’ll kill everyone in your family if you mess up. So, take his threats seriously and make sure his money isn’t short. I gotta use the bathroom really quick,” David said to June Bug.
He really does love us.
The hall bathroom closed while I listened against the garage door. Sugar Daddy popped up on my phone and I had a text from him.
You’re blocked in. You gotta hurry up and leave! Run up the street and catch a cab from there. GO!