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blocks from the school anyhow. Mom’s new boyfriend Curtis was living with us. Soon, I was bleeding again, but it wasn’t from my period. 
    I tried to block it out, the memory resurfacing now.
    “Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in.” Curtis was drunk. Mom was drunk too. This was becoming a typical Friday night at home.
    I buzzed right on by him, went straight to my room. For the first time in my life I noticed I didn’t have a lock on my door, but I shut it. I didn’t want to hear the things I would hear, Curtis and mom fighting or fucking, usually a little of both. Curtis had come into my life, bringing shit with him. Before him, my mama would’ve moved mountains for me. Now all she wanted to do was drink.
    Tonight their fight was about me, but it was more than that, I could tell something was coming. Like a brewing storm, trouble was on the wind. I thought about going out the window but buried the thought. Mama wouldn’t let anything happen to me. Would she?
    “Why the hell are you letting her stroll home at eleven at night, like some streetwalker.” Curtis had taken it upon himself to pretend he was my dad.
    The no good, no job, loser he was had to have something to make him feel like a man. That’s at least how my mama explained it when Curtis had first started trying to discipline me. “He’s lost his job. At least he’s trying to help me raise you, unlike your own dad.”
    Why my mom who had worked so hard to become a R.N. would want to support a man was beyond me? It’d have been different if Curtis had been a good man or if they loved each other, but as it was, Curtis was using my mama, and she was too scared to kick his ass out. She wasn’t scared of him beating her like he did. I’d thought so at the time, but as an adult, I’d realized she was scared of being alone.
    “She’s just like you, strolling in here hours after you say you’ll be home.” Curtis went on, his voice getting louder and more animated with every word as he berated my mama.
    I rolled my eyes. My mom was a nurse. It wasn’t like she could come home on time if the hospital still needed her. I’d tried to take up for her before but had gotten chased to my room.
    This night, I crawled in my bed and covered my head with my pillow, not wanting to hear another word of it. Suddenly, my light was on and Curtis was in my room. He’d never come in my room before. The room felt smaller, like it was folding in on me.
    “She’s a good kid,” Mom strained as she stood back in the hallway.
    And I was a good kid with good grades and good friends. I went to church voluntarily.
    Curtis towered over me. “Your mama told you to be home at ten. What were you doing out on the streets?”
    “Mom?” I whined, looking over to her. I wasn’t about to answer him. She hadn’t told me to be home any earlier.
    Mom didn’t speak up for me as things got worse. I can’t remember the back and forth, but basically, Curtis was saying I was a whore. I’d smarted off like any teen would and soon my jeans were a target. Why were there holes in them? What did I want the boys to think of me?
    It didn’t take long—being screamed at by a man ten times my size before I began to feel trapped. I started trying to appease him, to get him to leave. I said I was sorry to everything— anything to make him go away. If he said I was out late, I apologized. If he said I was probably giving my mother a bad name, I said sorry about that too. My tiny voice begged as he screamed. But he didn’t go away. It was like he was feeding off my submission, my degradation. Instead of being appeased, me giving in only fueled his rampage.
    “So, you’re just a nasty ho, just like your mother? Admit it.”
    My mama was no longer in the hall. Fear rumbled through me but came out in a hateful scream. “No, you son of a bitch, I’m a virgin and unlike my mother, I respect myself, I’d never give it up to a no good nigger like you.” I’d said it like a white