Crazy In Love With A Thug: Bari and Seven Read Online Free PDF Page B

sleep."
    "I didn't ask you what the fuck you wanted to do! Get your black ass up and get out here!"
    She snatched the covers off me. I was sleeping in a short light blue nightgown and barefoot.
    "I'm not going out there like this!"
    She grabbed a handful of my hair and dragged me from the bed onto the floor.
    "When I tell you to do something, bitch, you do it! I'm sick of this back and forth bullshit! You ungrateful little black monkey. Black ass! You should be glad I even want my friends to see your ass! Acting like you're too fuckin’ good for somebody! Now get your ass out here! Now!" I walked towards my dresser and was about to find something to throw on. "I said now!"
    I stared at her in disbelief.
    "Trish ..."
    "Now!" She pushed me towards the door. "If you don't want to go out there then I'll bring them in here," she said with an evil smirk on her face. "Now go."
    "No. Bring them in here then."
    I headed for my bed. They could just see me under my covers.
    "Bitch!" She flew at me before I reached my bed. She grabbed my hair and started dragging me out the door. The carpet burned against my knees. "You wanna get up now and quit playing? Or do you need me to escort you further?"
    I stood up and made an attempt to cover myself with my hands. The room was silent. Everyone was looking from her to me; back and forth. I had never felt so humiliated in my life.
    "What the ..." I heard someone ask.
    "This is my step-daughter, Bari, y’all. She's gon' dance for y’all."
    I stared at her in shock, as tears ran down my face.
    "Aw Trish, you trippin'. This shit ain't cool," One of her male friends said. "Let that girl go back to bed."
    “Ay, I'm 'bout to go," someone else said. "I don't like this shit. You're sick, Trish."
    "She wants to do it! I ain't making her do shit! Tell 'em, Bari! Tell 'em you wanna do it!"
    She looked at me and silently demanded that I not cross her. I shook my head anyway. I would take whatever consequences I had to later.
    "Trish, leave her alone! Go back to your room, baby."
    Some dude got up and started walking towards me. I braced myself for what I thought was coming. He draped his jacket around my shoulders, walked me back to my room and closed the door.
    "Thank you," I cried.
    I got under my covers and buried my face in my pillow.
    ''No, problem. I have a little sister. I wouldn't let nobody treat her like that. How old are you?" he asked, sitting on the edge of my bed.
    "Sixteen," I sniffled.
    "Why are you here with her? Where are your parents?"
    "My father, that was her husband, died six months ago. My mother is not someone I want to live with. She's as bad as Trish, but I didn't know Trish was this bad. She's never acted like this."
    "Then you don't know Trish. She's a bitch. A scandalous bitch."
    "Why do you hang around her then?" I asked.
    "I don't. My brother does. That's him sitting by the kitchen. She's his friend. I can't stand her ass."
    "How old are you?"
    "Eighteen."
    "He's your older brother?" He nodded. "Trish makes me sick. She's always doin' some stupid shit."
    "Thank you for helping me." I said, wiping my eyes.
    "Don't trip. Ay, if you don't mind, I'll just hang out in here with you until it's time to leave."
    "I don't know if that's a good idea. I mean, Trish isn't gonna like that. She's already mad at me."
    "I don't give a fuck about Trish or what she thinks. Or, are you worried about what might happen after we leave?" I nodded. "That's fucked up. Look, take this. If you need anything, you call me okay?" He wrote his phone number down on a piece of paper and pressed it into my hand. "Don't be scared to call. You can call anytime of the day or night. You understand?"
    I nodded again. I heard a loud banging sound, then once again the door to my room bounced off the wall.
    "Black ass, you in here cuttin' me up to my friend?"
    I shook my head.
    "I ain't your mutha fuckin' friend, bitch. If my brother wasn't diggin' up in yo' nasty ass so tough, I wouldn't have shit to say to you at