One Shots

graduation | dejounte murray

I threw my hat up in the air after everyone else did. I finally did it. I finally graduated high school. One of the few in my family to do it.

I turned and scanned the crowd for my family. When I spotted them, I took my heels off and went towards them. My boyfriend of two years, Dejounte, was standing with them. They were all smiling at me.

I finally reached them and hugged all of them. My brother, dad, daddy, and mom were all here.

"We're proud of you sweetheart." My mom said while kissing my forehead. I smiled and tried to wipe her lipgloss stain off my forehead. I paid too much to get my makeup done just for her to get that red ass lip gloss stain on me.

"Yeah, you did good lil sis." My brother gave me a side hug. He was lowkey hating but I didn't care.

"Mhm, real good sweetie. When you come home later, we have a surprise!" My daddy said while engulfing me in a hug. He lifted me up. I laughed when he set me down.

"Can I have a word with the soon to be college girl?" Dejounte asked my family. My dad waved him off while my mom laughed. "She's yours for the night."

"Uh, no. Yours until eleven. She needs to be home at eleven o'clock. Not 10:01. Not 11:07. 11:00." He said. I rolled my eyes. He's just one year older than me and that nigga think he my daddy. But Dejounte my daddy. His fine ass.

Dejounte laughed while leading me out the building. He graduated last year so he stopped and had conversations with a lot of the older people and teachers.

"Come on. I got a surprise for you." He led me to his car. I got in on the passenger side and took my gown off and put it and my diploma in the backseat. It was too hot in his car to have it on.

"Waffle House?" I asked. I was from Atlanta but recently moved to Washington a few years ago, and I still have my Atlanta tastebuds.

"Girl no. I will never go to awful house again." He laughed and pulled out of the parking lot. Last time he went there, they had a bug in his pancake. But the roaches add flavor if you ask me.

He drove me to his apartment on the campus of the college he's attending, University of Washington.

"Wow." I said while looking out the window at the scenery. I wouldn't want to go here but it's really nice. All the buildings and pretty trees. It was truly a sight to see.

Dejounte opened my door and led me into his apartment. I walked in and sat on his couch.

"Mmm, you lookin real good in that dress ma." I looked down at my white dress I had on. It was nice. Hugged my curves just right. "But you'd look better with it off." He kissed on my body but it didn't feel right. This wasn't my Dejounte I was used to. Seems like a sex deprived Dejounte.

"I'm gonna go." I got up. He pushed me back down on the couch. "You just got here. Now shut up and take your dress off." He said while pulling his khakis down. I was never a fan of the aggressive shit, it always turned me off. I pushed him away from me and got off the couch.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and laid me on the couch. He was on top of my back while my face was buried into the couch seat.

"Get off of me!" I yelled but it came out muffled because he pushed my head down into the couch seat even more. He unzipped my dress from the back and ripped it off of me. My white bra and panties were exposed. He slapped my left ass cheek and I squeezed my eyes shut. He was too heavy handed.

He got off of me, I guess to put a condom on. I got off the couch and put my dress back on.

"I'm leaving." I said while zipping it up. I looked into his eyes as they widened. He picked his hand up and backhanded me. I fell onto the couch, holding my cheek while tears threatened to spill out of my eyes.

"Jounte..." I said while looking at him. He didn't even look remorseful. He just pulled his boxers up and looked down at my body.

"You're my bitch okay? And I don't appreciate your bitch ass brother telling me when to bring you back." He gripped my cheeks, causing me to look like a chipmunk. "You're mine. I'll take you home when I want."

By now, tears were falling down my face. Why was he acting like this? And why did he have to act like this on my graduation night? This is supposed to be one of the best nights of my life, but it's not going how I planned.

"Now, stop being fucking difficult and take your clothes off." I did what he said so he wouldn't hit me again. He pulled his boxers down, showing his condom covered dick.

"Pull em down." He said to my panties. I pulled them down then looked at my feet. This is not how I imagined how I would lose my virginity. He pushed my head back into the couch seat and pushed my back down so my butt would stick up.

"Yeah just like that." He said while sliding in. Now the tears were coming down uncontrollably. He kept pushing my head down into the seat after every stroke. He finished about two minutes later, which I was glad for.

I balled my panties up and threw them away. I slipped my dress on and grabbed his keys before walking to the door. He was on the couch sleep. I shook my head before limping out the house.

I keyed his car then poked a whole into three of his tires. I got my things out then called my brother to come pick me up. He got here in less that ten minutes.

"What happened? You good?" He bombarded me with questions as soon as I got in the car. I nodded softly and pulled my gown back on and held my diploma close to my chest.

I vowed never to tell anyone about what he did to me. And I still haven't.

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