Hell on Heelz (Asphalt Gods' MC) Read Online Free PDF Page B

person says it. Nowadays nigga might get thrown around more freely, but back then it had been the biggest, baddest word I could think of since my mama despised it being used in the rap I listened to.
    His massive hand slapped me across the cheek. The pain was unreal. My mama had slapped me before but never like this. My dad, when I’d gotten to see him, he’d never laid a finger on me.
    As soon as I’d recovered, Curtis’s hand came down again, striking me on the other cheek. My head flew back this time. I saw stars just like from the cartoons. Lights danced in front of me whether I closed my eyes or not. My breath had left me as well I soon discovered, and gasping, I thrashed to reclaim it.
    During my fight to breathe, Curtis had my jeans pulled down to my knees, and his sausage fingers in my white cotton panties before I could even struggle.
    “We’ll see if you’re pure, little miss perfect.”
    As soon as I had my breath, I kicked and punched to no avail. The unthinkable was happening and all I could think to do was to pray for God to stop it.
    Curtis punched a finger inside of me, hard and all the way, causing me to scream out. It’d hurt in a vile way. He brought up bloody fingers, smiling happily at me even though he’d proven me right. It donned on me then, all too clear in his pleased smile, he wanted more than to find out if I was a virgin. He’d been messing with me, something my mama had always warned me about, men wanting to mess with me. 
    My mama stormed in the room and that stopped him from going further. He wiped his hand on my pink comforter while meeting my mom’s eyes. I took the opportunity to pull up my pants and back away to a corner to cry. She didn’t say anything to him, but took me hard by the arm to the tub.
    “Get cleaned up,” she coldly advised me, running my water. Her words slurred. She was still drunk.
    I couldn’t stop crying. I didn’t want to get in the tub, afraid to be naked in the house with Curtis around.
    “You shouldn’t have been out so late. I was worried sick,” she mumbled as if nothing happened while she undressed me.
    Stepping out of my jeans and undies, I couldn’t speak. I was so shocked. Mom threw my bloody panties in the trashcan beside the toilet before she left the room like my pain didn’t matter. My pain was disposable like my underwear.
    Alone, I stared at the bath, thinking of drowning in it.
    Eventually, I did get in the water and scrubbed myself raw. Later that night, sleeping on my bare mattress, I heard Curtis and my mom fucking.
    Still in a daze, I called my dad the next day and told him what had happened—probably the smartest move of my life. Almost instantly, I was living with my dad, soon going to the high school where I’d met Neil. Neil... I stopped reminiscing.
    The water had turned cold, so I opened my eyes. The tub was lined with marvelous products that I’d never waste my money on. I didn’t think Shirley would be into this expensive stuff either but was thankful I’d smell wonderful after running another tub full of water to bathe in. I didn’t want to bathe in Kelly’s blood after all. Even though, I had a feeling I’d be bathed in her blood forever anyway. I soaped up. I scrubbed just like I did that night so long ago and just like I had ever since, until my skin was about ready to peel off. From that moment on, I’d needed my life to be spotless.
    Refreshed as much as I could be, I grabbed the pretty yellow towel hanging the closest. I dried off, feet first as to not get the rug wet. Part of keeping things clean was not getting them dirty to begin with. I wrapped the towel around my hair like a genie. As soon as I stepped on the rug, naked as the day I was born, the door creaked and opened. A man stepped in.
    “Excuse me,” I screeched, squeezing my legs together and cupping my breasts the best I could.
    “No, excuse me.” He walked right to the toilet to pee, pulled it out right in front of me and everything.
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