In Too Deep

Story (Part 2)

Story (Part 2)

Zayne

"Do you really wanna hear that?" She asked biting her lip.

"Of course, I do." I said. "Everyone has a story."

She sighed before pecking my lips softly, "When I was about 9, I remember my mom and dad getting into a big fight and her trying to throw him out. He hit her in the face and that was the first time I ever seem him hit her. She was shocked. She stood there for a few seconds and started swinging on him and just beat his ass the best her small self could. Can you imagine that? A short skinny mixed woman beating a black man up who was over 6'0? She kicked him out that night. When I asked why, she kept it real with me. No matter what it was.

One thing I'm not sure if I appreciate or would have rather not have known. She said, "Your father does cocaine. He's strung out on drugs. He's a fucking junkie and he's no good now." At the moment, I wasn't sure what that was. Anyways, I remember him coming by and banging on our apartment door. She always had me hide under the bed in my room when he did and told me not to be scared. But I could see she was. She said, "Cocaine makes someone lose their mind and once that's gone, it's gone for good, they'll do anything." But I could see she still loved him." She took the blunt I had rolled and hit it blowing the smoke out of her nose.

"I haven't smoked in so long." She said watching the smoke rise up in the air.

I pulled her in between my legs and let her finish her story. "Eventually whenever I mentioned my dad, my mom would get cold and say bad things about him. That he wasn't shit. That he didn't love us. That he loved drugs more than us. Til this day, I don't know if that was true or not. I don't know exactly what happened the day they were murdered, I just remembered being pulled out of school by a social worker and them telling me my parents were found murdered in our small apartment. Both shot in the head." She said, sobbing into her hands.

I hugged her from behind, "It's alright." I whispered into her ear.

"I miss my parents so much." She sobbed, "I used to blame my dad for what happened, especially when I got adopted. I was only adopted twice and both times, I hated it. When I first got to the foster home, my mom's friend Diane tried to adopt me. But she always had men in and out of her house. One day, a random man came into the bathroom while I took a shower and said that he had to pee." Skye looked away, "Let's just say he did more than just pee."

I held her even tighter, "You weren't raped, were you?" My body shook with the thought of a man touching her innocent body. A filthy man touching her and raping her. I'd kill him. I'd fucking murder him.

She shook her head, "No, just molested." She looked down, tears still rolling down her cheeks, "I told my social worker what happened because Diane didn't believe me. I was removed from her house immediately."

She took my blunt again and blew smoke from her nose and shook her head. "The second home I was in was when I was about 15. I was just discovering myself and what I liked. I tried to flirt with guys and date them but I never liked it ya know? I could never get into it, I even tried to have sex with one. It was revolting. Not good at all. Until I had to share a room with a girl and she kissed me. I loved it. Anyways, they caught me with their daughter and hit me in the face a few times. For a while, they locked me in the basement with no food. Saying I had to learn that God didn't love us. They'd throw bibles down there and make me read them aloud through the door and only then would they give me a bottle of water or a piece of bread. Eventually, they let me out and had me removed from their house. Sent their daughter to boarding school across the country."

"When I turned 18, I had nowhere to go. I had jumped around for a while so I had never finished actually highschool. I got my GED with the help of a federal program and became a stripper."

"Do you still wanna go to college?" I asked her swiping the big wet drops from under her eyes.

She nodded, "I was thinking of going to some college online or something."

"What do you think of quitting The Bunny and letting me support you?" I asked.

She looked at me funny. "No thanks."

"But you could live here with me and you could focus on going to college." I said. "And you won't have to strip anymore."

"If you want me to live with you, I might but I'm not quitting just so you can take care of me." She said.

I sighed, "A'ight. Suit yourself."

She looked at me but didn't say anything. She laid against me playing with my hands.

I looked down and realized we never did eat the food she cooked. Then I thought of how good I'd feel if I could come home to her cooking or just lounging on the couch waiting for me.

More than anything I'd love for her to live with me.

But I won't ask her right now. I'll ask her at the right time.