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the hell Lisa, I’m the one who got shot. Do you hear me complainin’ every five minutes about this shit?” When he reached out and grabbed me in his arms, I wondered if this was a bad idea, but felt a need to express myself. “This is forever. You know I love you. Those other bitches never mattered. Don’t I take care of you and keep you in all the flyest shit? Don’t you hit up the fuckin’ mall at least once a week? I don’t take care of those other bitches. You my number one!”
    “Your number one? I should be your only one! I’m your wife and the mother of your children. You should always respect me, but that’s not always the case. These streets have made you a gutter nigga. What would you do if someone disrespected your daughter like this? I’m somebody’s daughter, Rich!” I yelled as I tried to back away from him. As soon as those words came out of my mouth, I instantly missed my father.
    “Lisa, keep Denie out of this. This is about you and me.” The look he gave me instantly told me that I’d struck a nerve.
    He tried to kiss me as I continued to push him away. I didn’t want him to touch me; after what I’d gone through I didn’t want any man to touch me. Rich didn’t like the way I was rejecting him and started to get rough. At that moment, he grabbed me by my hair and forced me out of the bathroom where we ended up on the bed. Lying on top of me, he kissed me all over my neck. He then started to suck on my breasts, biting each one of my nipples. Immediately, I flashed back to being raped and started screaming.
    “Rich stop it! Get off of me!”
    “You’re gonna give me some pussy. I need to feel you, Lisa!”
    I could feel Rich’s hard dick pressing against my leg. At one point in my life it made me want him, but times were different now. I had no desire to ever let Rich make love to me again. Moments later, Carlos came to my rescue. He’d obviously heard me screaming all the way from the theater room in the basement.
    “Rich, what the fuck are you doing man?” Carlos yelled as he pulled Rich off of me.
    “My own wife won’t give me any pussy that’s what’s wrong. It’s been three weeks, and she won’t even let me touch her. I can’t even get her to suck my dick.” Rich looked at me. “Now, you wonder why I be fuckin’ them other bitches Lisa, because of shit like this!”
    “Rich, I hate you! I can’t believe you were gonna rape me, too!” I cried.
    “Come on man, you drunk, Rich. That’s your wife. Let’s go back downstairs,” Carlos intervened.
    I was so embarrassed to be completely naked in front of Carlos. I covered myself with my towel and balled up in a fetal position as tears raced down my cheeks.
    Rich continued to rant until he finally decided to go back downstairs. “Come on Los. Leave that bitch alone!” he yelled.
    “Are you okay?” Carlos asked.
    “What do you think, Carlos? You and Rich go out and fuck around on me and Marisol and think the shit is cool. You’re the reason why Rich doesn’t make it home some nights.” I often wondered if Rich had a problem with Carlos using the shit he was supposed to be selling. Over the past two years, Carlos had become a heavy cocaine user, who was high most of the time when he came around. He even had Marisol indulging in it now.
    “Look, don’t blame the shit Rich does on me,” Carlos shot back.
    “I was raped because of some woman Rich fucked, and now I’m supposed to want to have sex with him!”
    “You don’t know that this happened because of a bitch, Lisa. All these young niggas have been going hard since the streets been light. That could’ve been a way for him to throw us off.”
    “That’s bullshit and you know it. I need to call my son. It’s time for him to come home.”
    “No, don’t call Juan. It’ll only cause more problems,”
    Carlos replied.
    The kids hadn’t been home since the incident, and the more I thought about it, Carlos was right. Not only was I was glad that they