Hate the Player and the Game

chapter 7

                  

Chapter 7

Diamond

            It was Saturday night so that meant another party. I wondered if that boy I saw was going to be at this one. The party that he was at was almost four weeks ago. I probably won't ever see him again, but why did I care anyway? He was just another boy that probably just wanted some sex. I toss and turn on my bed and put a pillow over my face. It was almost one in the morning and I didn't know when the party was going to be over. I finally threw the covers off of me and get out of my bed. Like always I end up creeping out of my room to go see what was going on. I slowly went down the steps and I was glad to see that this party wasn't as crowded as all the others were, and I saw momma on the couch all up under some man drinking a beer. I had never seen this man before. He saw me and starred for a minute. I rolled my eyes at him then headed to the kitchen having to push past a couple of people and opened up some cabinets. I found a big bag of Lay's that was half eaten. I took them and headed back up the stairs to my room. I got comfortable on my twin bed and opened up the bag, but my bedroom door slowly creaked open. I thought it was just air because I hadn't closed it all the way so I got up to push it closed, but something stopped it with it's foot. I opened the door to see who it was and it was the man that momma was cuddled up with. A smile creeped over his face when he saw me. I didn't understand why he was up here. There wasn't anything up here for him, but I thought about it. I thought about why I spend some nights patrolling my door in case of situations like these. I thought about why I couldn't trust men now a days. I opened my mouth to scream for momma, but he covered it with one hand and grabbed the back of my neck with the other. He started to shake me, and shake me so that I could be quiet. I couldn't help my tears as they flew out of my eyes, but I was scared. This man backed me up into my room and with the little light from the hallway, he found his way to my bed and threw me on it. I try to get away, but he grabbed my hair and threw me back. By this time, I was screaming to the top of my lungs, but the music was so loud down stairs that I knew that no one could hear me. I screamed for momma as this man grabbed me by my ankles and yanked me so I could slide onto my back. Anger started to flood through me body, not fear. I could feel my face turning red and I could feel the hot tears from anger sliding down my cheeks. I start punching and kicking at this man. I was hitting like a nigga, throwing hard punches. That might work on girls my size, but not this man. He was just so big compared to me. He didn't care about my punches. He was more focused on getting my pajama shorts down. I couldn't let this happen so I had to think. I had to think about what would make him stop this. What would make him get turned off, and stop hurting me, and touching me in places that he shouldn't have been. I couldn't get raped. Not now. So I opened my mouth and bit down hard on his neck. I clenched my jaws so tight on his skin that I thought I tasted blood. He got mad, but that didn't make him stop. It just caused him to slap me with his big, meaty hand. That made me angry. Don't nobody slap me in my face and not expect me to do anything. I was tired of fighting this man. My shorts along with my underwear were down to my pelvis bone. I wasn't going to let him see my vagina. I vowed that to myself while I punched and kicked at him. Just when I thought I was about to give in and just let him do what he wanted to me I kneed him. I kneed him right in his hard Dick. I thought I broke it. He yelped and fell to the side of me and onto the floor. I pulled my shorts back up to my waist, and got off of my bed. The man was rolling on the floor wailing. "That's what you get bitch". I say to him before leaving. I ran down that hallway. The anxiety of almost getting raped got the best of me and my tears started to flood from my eyes. My face was red, my hair was messed up and all I had on my feet were some gray footie socks. I galloped down the stairs almost tripping into the crowd of people. No one noticed that I was crying. Everyone was out of their element letting booze and drugs stimulate their senses. If I stayed in this house, that man would find one way or another to get what he wanted from me and I bet that nobody would try to stop him. So I left. I opened the front door and went out into the cold, dark street with nothing on my feet but socks, I had on a t-shirt, and some short ass pajama shorts. It was so cold, but I didn't care. I didn't think about the cold as I walked. I crossed my arms to try to keep warm though. I knew where I was headed. I was headed to Rasheeda's house. She lived down the street. My tears were warm on my face, but they were cold as they dripped onto my arms. I was crying so hard as I walked that I was starting to hick-up, and my head jerked every time I breathed. Men on the corners saw me and whistled or said something smart and it just made me so angry because it made me think about what just happened. I crossed the street and walked down it some more until I reached Rasheeda's small house. I banged on the old, wooden door several times. I didn't care if the neighbors heard how loud I was, but I screamed her name and kicked on the door until she opened it.