Slave at my aunts house

The start of everything

This all started in the beginning of 2018 I fell in love with the wrong guy not only did he fucked and ducked I found out that he has a baby on the way by another girl.

I was over at my best friend thamara house but we call her Mara. While I was over there she told me that she had something to tell me I asked her what was it she told me she'll tell me when the time is right. I brushed it off and went home that same night my boyfriend came over. I honestly don't be knowing when his coming to my house because it's always unexpectedly. I was starting to get annoyed because he been doing this too often. I have Haitian parents and they don't tolerate that shit. My mom was at work and my stepdad was out me my brothers and sister was on the couch then my boyfriend came in without knocking. I asked "what are you doing here" he asked me "can we go outside I have something to tell you" I got up and went outside. He took me to the laundry room in the back and locked it. I asked him "what he wanted" but he didn't answer. Instead of answering my question he started to kiss my neck and rubbing my breast I didn't stop it because it felt good. He slid his hands down and took my panties off then bend me over and entered slowly a huge moan came out my mouth It's had been along time since I had sex so It hurt at the beginning then he grabbed my waist and started thrusting. Each stroke felt good this the first nigga who ever fucked me this good then he pulled my hair and kept thrusting. After he switched positions and laid me on the mattress that was in the floor he pushed my legs back and thrust even harder then before after 15 mins I got on top of him and started riding his dick I never knew I was this good and straddling i got tired and started jumping up and down he was holding my breast in one hand and as I moan I heard him grunting. He flipped me over and fucked the shit outta until he came inside of me.

Days After
Mara called me over to tell me what she was hiding. She said "I wanted to tell you that your boyfriend got another girl pregnant and your brother tried to play me and my sister". My reaction was priceless I wasn't upset or anything because I always felt like he was cheating on me but I could never put my hands to it and I always knew my brother was a fuck boy but I didn't know he was talking to my best friend and her sister if I would have known this I would have been put an end to this. That same day I confronted him about it and he brushed it off and told me that people is lying and don't know what they are talking about. I believed him and left that situation alone. The next day me and my brother got into a argument but it wasn't that serious cussed him out for starting with me. I told him he has a whole baby and wife and he should be worried about taking care of his baby not other girls. I left the house and came back home around 9pm it's like everyone knew something was going to happen because they were all here. So I went in my room then my mom came in and asked "why you are your brother mad at another" I told her don't come to my room talking about a fuck boy because I don't wanna hear it. Then all of a sudden my brother came in with a cable cord and hit me in the face with it I got up to charge at him but my other brother held me back I started crying and cussing him out for hitting me. Then he took a knife and threw it at me but he missed he said anyone hold Lynda back let that bitch go so I can beat her ass then I came running out my room to hit him but my stepdad picked me up and took me to my mom room my brother followed. I was getting really annoyed that every hit I tried to give didn't go through I became extremely made to the point that I blacked out and beat up the pregnant women who lived at our house because she was tryna calm me down and they weren't allowing me to go outside. As hot tears came out my eyes I felt my heat started to beat faster and faster my mom came in the room with water to calm me down she told me " you know your anemic and you need to chill so you don't pass out in here" it took me sometime to calm down I fell asleep in my mom room sense they did want me to go outside and beat that fuck boy up I was thinking about walking up in the middle of the night and stabbing him to death but that was too harsh I still love my brother. The worst part about this situation is that my boyfriend was outside the whole time cheering my brother on he heard my cries and he seen everything that was going on and didn't even come to comfort me. I was so hurt that the the whole week I went missing for just to clear my mind