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Her jaw appeared to be broken and her shoulder looked dislocated. How was she still alive?
“Don‟t worry; I‟m going to call an ambulance.” Danielle looked down at her life like corpse and hoped she had enough left in her to make it to the hospital.
“Can you tell me your name?”
This is it. She had been granted this little bit of strength only so she could look herself in the face and see what her choices had led up to; self destruction.
She could feel her life slowly slipping away. Her eyes were too heavy and it was getting harder and harder for her to breathe. She mustered up everything that she had and tried to tell her who she was. She couldn‟t die without her knowing her name. The police would need to know so they could notify her mom when it was time to identify the body.
Wheezing she tried to speak.
“Key…”
“Take your time, I know it hurts.” Danielle tried to support the girls head so she wouldn‟t choke on her own blood.
“Key…Keyshia.”
“Okay Keyshia, everything is going to be alright,” Fumbling with the phone, she called the cops.
“I need an ambulance at 24 Public Square room 315; please hurry!” Danielle gently rocked the dying girl back and forth, praying softly as they waited for help to arrive.
    “D irty bitch, that‟s what she gets for thinking she could just walk out on me. No one leaves me.”
Amidst the shadows of a dark alley Cash watched as the ambulance carried her away. It didn‟t have to end like this. Things were going so good at first; she had her head buried in his lap licking coke off his dick. Then when everything was gone, she wanted to leave. She laughed at him, insulted his manhood and thought she could just walk away.
He recognized the Latina girl from the hallway as he watched her talk to the paramedic. “I should‟ve killed her when I had the chance.”
He hadn‟t planned for things to get that messy, but the little bitch kept screaming.
It wasn‟t like he was doing anything wrong; he could tell that she had been run through a few times given the way he easily slid into her pussy. If she would‟ve cooperated she would‟ve enjoyed it; maybe showed him a thing or two; instead she wanted to yell and cry like a baby so he had to silence her.
He smiled as he remembered shoving his fist deep into her vagina. She pretended as if she didn‟t like it but he could tell by the way she was moaning that she fucking loved it, every minute of it.
She stopped crying once he got in that ass though. How sweet it felt to open her tight little asshole until she lost control of her bodily functions and defecated on him.
On nights when his body failed him, he jammed the vodka bottle inside of her and fucked her with the cold, alcohol filled glass.
“Nasty whore; she was nothing like my baby.” He felt an erection come on as he undid his jeans and began to stroke himself at the thought of her, “My sweet baby.”
As her face began to take form in his mind he ejaculated all over the bum that was sleeping at his feet.
“You‟ve been a very bad girl Asjiah; and when I find you Uncle Cash is going to have to teach you a lesson.”

Chapter Five
    I had been accepted to Clark Atlanta University and would be living in a single room in Bumstead Hall. My way out had come in the form of grants and scholarships that would allow me to leave this black hole of a city otherwise known as Cleveland.
    I was packed and ready for my winged chariot to take me away to soul food and sweet tea in sunny Atlanta, Georgia where I would lose myself on Peachtree Street. Or so I thought.
    I believed that I could start over and meet some sexy boy from one of the schools that made up the AUC and that wearing his varsity jacket would erase all the ill shit that had happened to me in that house but I was wrong.
    I hoped the southern accents of the Atlanta natives would drown out the boring Midwest drawl I was used to, and that the word “shawty” would replace all the “blue eyed bitches” I had