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  Lil Mama From The Projects

  Love In The Ghetto

  By: Mz. Toni

  Copyright © 2015 Mz. Toni

  Published by Write House Publishing under TIECE PresentsAll rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without prior written consent of the publisher, excepting brief quotes used in reviews.

  This is a work of fiction. Any references or similarities to actual events, real people, living or dead, or to the real locals are intended to give the novel a sense of reality. Any similarity in other names, characters, places, and incidents are entirely coincidental.

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  This book is dedicated to Janaya Shanice Lynch, my guardian angel, my baby sister I love and miss you….

  I can't believe that this is the start of my new series, I am so blessed and humbled by this entire experience. I would like to thank the new readers who decided to give this book a chance and the old readers who have been so patient and supportive, I appreciate all of you.

  Shout out to my test readers, my sister Shana and my newfound friend Terina Wright, Thank you both for your honesty and time. Shana you already know you my test reader for like and you don't even have a choice (Lol) Terina unlike my sister you didn't have to read my book, you didn't have to let me bounce ideas off you, but you did and for that I am grateful, no matter the time or day if I needed help or just needed you to read a chapter you were there.

  To my hubby thanks for coming home from a long day at work and still watching the kiddies so that this book could get done, thank you for being the supportive man you are.

  To publisher Tiece Mickens, I’m not good at taking advice and usually I'm hard headed but you continue to work with me and you're always there no matter what the issue, I have grown to look up to you and trust your word, I'm team Miss Mickens for life and you can bet ya last on that.

  To Ebony, thank you for seeing my potential and for always keeping it real and being you, I seriously love your life and I don't know what I would do without you.

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  Chapter One

  (Cherish)

  "What the fuck took you so long to get in!" my mom barked as soon as I walked in.

  "The teacher made me stay after," I said nervously as I walked into our apartment. I knew it would be some shit because she wanted me home every day at 3:15 so I could do my chores.

  "Now why would she do some shit like that?"

  "No reason, she’s talking about putting me in gifted classes."

  "Do you need money for it?" she asked before she lit a Newport. I was about to answer until her boyfriend came out the room staring me up and down. He always did that whether she was around or not. He didn’t care.

  “What’s up Delicious?” he said with a smirk, licking his lips.

  “I asked you not to call me that!”

  “Bitch I'm talking to you and you worried about my man?” my mom sneered.

  “Ain't nobody worried about your man, he worried about me,” I mumbled under my breath.

  “What the fuck you say bitch?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Naw, you said something. You big and bad right? Repeat yaself!”

  “I'm just saying ma, I'm not worried about him, he always messing with me.”

  “You said I could fuck her young ass when she turned sixteen, I stuck around and she still ain't giving the pussy up!” he yelled, surprising the hell out of me.

  Before my mom met Caesar we lived decent, but I knew my mom wanted to live ghetto fabulous because that's how everyone around the hood saw her. When my mom moved his pimp ass in our home and introduced him as her new man, I knew shit would get bad. He upgraded our apartment completely with new carpet, a couple flat screens, a coffee brown furniture set, and a new wardrobe for both of us. At the time I didn’t complain, I was just happy to have some new clothes. I was young and naive and couldn't see what his true intentions were. After a while he had my mom tricking every night, talking about everybody needed to contribute to the household.

  My mom, Desire Daniels, was gorgeous and I always wished I looked more like her, so I didn't understand why she settled for being somebody's hoe. Standing at 5’6, 156 lbs, she was considered a redbone. She kept her hair styled short and always rocked the hottest shit. I never recalled a time when my mom didn't come out the house looking like she was walking across a runway.

  Living in the hood she had many haters. People felt she thought she was better than the rest of the neighborhood, but she paid them no mind and did her thing. She was always seen with a new baller. Even when she hit forty, she still came home with young ballers that didn't mind spending a little cash for some of her time.

  “You said he could fuck me?”

  “Girl go ‘head, you acting like kids ya age ain't fucking, you almost a woman!”

  “If you think I'm fucking him both y'all done lost y'all minds!” I snapped. As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted it.

  “Oh you think you grown, huh? You think you run shit in my house?”

  “No, I don't think I run your house, but this is my body!”

  “Bitch, until you paying bills in my shit, that's my body! Matter fact, Caesar go boil some water!” my mom said.

  “No ma please, I got school tomorrow,” I begged.

  “You should've thought about school before you ran ya ugly mouth!”

  “I'm gonna be good, I swear. If you want me to sleep with him I will!” I pleaded.

  “Oh trust me, you getting fucked tonight!” Caesar said laughing.

  “What if they call DYFS again? Last time I was red everywhere, I even had welts.”

  “Yeah you right, I guess you doing the ammonia until you learn how to act,” she said and got up to grab a bucket from under the kitchen sink. She put a washcloth over her mouth and nose as she poured ammonia into the bucket.

  “Come on in the bathroom Delicious,” Caesar said while shaking his head.

  “No. I said sorry, please don't make me.”

  “Come on now, you know how ya mama get. Don't worry, I’ll make sure you're not in there for long,” he said as if it wasn't his fault this was happening. I nodded my head and walked into the bathroom.

  “How long do I have to be in here?” I asked.

  “Until I let you out bitch!” she screamed and slammed the door.

  As I sat on the toilet seat of the bathroom, I felt the fumes entering my body. I kneeled down by the toilet as my stomach turned and brought up my breakfast and lunch from earlier. After a while I couldn't keep track of how long I was in there, but my throat burned and my chest felt as though it had been run over with a truck. As I lay on the bathroom floor I felt myself slipping away and I welcomed it. I thought God had finally answered my prayers and was taking me to be with my grandma. As my eyes closed, I was blinded by a bright light and before I knew what happened I was carried out of the bathroom. I guess God didn't hear me.

  “Who the fuck told you to take her out the bathroom?” I heard my mother yell.

  “Desire, you almost killed that girl!” Caesar snapped.

  “Oh shut the fuck up, ain't nobody gonna hurt ya Delicious!” she screamed. I no longer heard her voice so I assumed
she had left, until I felt water being thrown on my face. I popped up and looked around to find my mother and her boyfriend standing over me.

  “I told you the black bitch wasn't dead,” she said as she lit another Newport.

  “Look Delicious, I know you don't like me too much, but I'm trying to help you. Me and ya mama need money so you gonna have to start working at the Hive,” he said and looked at me with sympathy.

  “But I don't know nothing ‘bout sex,” I said as tears rolled down my face.

  “I know, I’ma teach you. Don't worry, I ain't gonna hurt you,” he said, moving my wet hair out of my face. For the first time since he got with my mom he was nice to me. I wasn't sure if this was a game or if he actually cared.

  “Caesar, I don't want to,” I pleaded.

  “I'm tryna fucking help your little black ass out, but all you seem to know how to do is complain,” he said getting upset.

  “I don't mean to complain, I'm sorry,” I said as I cried silently.

  “Okay, so take this stuff off!”

  “Can I get some privacy for a minute?” I asked.

  “You got three minutes. Come on now, niggas at the Hive ain't gonna be this nice,” he said before kissing my forehead and walking out.

  This nigga actually thought he was being nice by fucking me before the others got a chance. He just wanted first dibs on me. As I undressed the tears continued to roll down my face. Sometimes I wanted to disappear, shit most times I felt like I was already dead and gone.

  Before my grandma passed she told me to pray and that things would get better, but I’ve been praying since she died and ain't shit changed. I'm sixteen years old and my mom hates me. I know people that treat their dog better than she treats me, her own flesh and blood. Her boyfriend is about to take my virginity and now I find out I'm about to work in his whore house. If there is a God I don't know him, never seen him and never felt him. Nobody loves me and nobody wants me, not even God himself.

  After a few minutes passed Caesar came back into the room with the biggest smile on his face as he watched me with hungry eyes. He was fully undressed and that nasty monster between his legs pointed straight up.

  “Lay back!” he ordered. I guess he said fuck being nice. I did exactly what he said and laid back and waited for him to enter me. I was scared to death and every time he tried to enter me I tensed and pushed him right back out.

  “Yo, you gotta loosen the fuck up, damn!” he said, mushing me in my forehead.

  “I'm sorry, I'm just scared,” I said nervously. He pried my legs apart and I felt his dick at my opening. I wasn't sure how it would fit inside of me. I’d never even been fingered.

  “You know what, this supposed to be your first time and you're not even enjoying it,” he said shaking his head.

  He had to be delusional. I was confused on how I could enjoy something he forced me to do. He kissed my lips softly and added a little tongue. I was ashamed to admit that it felt a nice, in a weird way. Who would've thought my first kiss would be with my mother’s boyfriend, someone I despised. A man who kissed my mom everyday was kissing on me. This shouldn't feel good, no this wasn't right at all. When he lowered his body he was face to face with my kitty. I knew what he was about to do, but I wasn't sure how it would feel. My friends said it felt good when their boyfriends did it so maybe it would feel good to me.

  As he licked and slurped my kitty, it didn't feel bad, but I felt dirty and weird. I guess my brain knew he shouldn't be doing this so my body couldn't relax and enjoy it. He slurped on me as if I was his last meal. When I moaned I felt as if I was the nastiest person in the world. I wasn’t supposed to enjoy this shit.

  “Yeah, I knew you would get into it,” he said between licks, making me feel nastier than I already did. When he lifted his head up I knew what was coming next. He positioned his dick at my opening and was about to enter me.

  “Don't you need a condom or something?” I asked.

  “Oh, so you a pro at this shit now, huh?” he asked with a smirk.

  “No, but I do have health class,” I snapped.

  I thought he was about to slap the shit out of me, but instead he got up and walked out of the room. When he came back he had a condom in his hand which put my mind a little at ease. There were too many kids out here having babies and I didn't want to be one of them. And I damn sure didn't want to end up knocked up by my mom’s dirty ass boyfriend. He wasn't as gentle as he was before, and with no warning he rammed his whole dick inside of me. I screamed out, feeling like I had been torn in half. He didn't stop there though, he continued to ram in and out of me as I screamed for help.

  “I love it when a bitch screams,” he whispered in my ear, causing a chill to run through my body. My body went into shock. I didn't scream, fight or move. It felt like I was in a nightmare I couldn't wake up from, like an outer body experience. I drifted to a place where I was loved and happy, a place that only existed in my dreams.

  “Damn, you got some good pussy, the niggas gone’ love you!” he said as he climbed off of me. As he talked and bragged I just laid there. My kitty was so sore and swollen I couldn't move if I wanted to.

  “Girl, you got blood everywhere. Caesar, carry her ass to the bathroom and run the tub!” my mom screamed.

  When he placed me in the tub the warm water soothed my body and my kitty and for a moment I thought I was okay, until I looked down and saw the tub turn red.

  “Yo, is she supposed to bleeding like this?” Caesar asked my mom when she walked into the bathroom.

  “Shit! Fuck you do to her, ain't nobody gonna want her if you done tore the pussy up!” my mom snapped.

  “Bitch, you told me to break her in and that’s what I did. Ain’t my fault my dick big as hell,” he boasted.

  “She’ll be a’ight. I get that dick every night and I never died from the shit. Put her in her bed,” my mom said. Caesar carried me to the bed, kissed my forehead, placed me on my bloody sheets, turned the light off and closed the door.

  Chapter Two

  (Mega)

  “Yo my nigga, you seen how that bitch was looking at me!” my boy said hyped as hell.

  “My nigga, you had a big ass boogie in ya nose, I was staring at ya ass too!” I said laughing.

  “How the fuck you ain't gonna tell me I had a boogie?” he said picking it out his nose.

  “I tried to, but you told me to stop cock blocking so I said fuck it.”

  “Mannnn, I thought you was tryna leave like you always tryna do.”

  “Maybe next time you won't think so fucking much!” I said with a smirk. I grabbed my keys and unlocked my apartment door. My crib was the hangout since most of these niggas lived with their mom and shit.

  “I'm staying over here tonight.”

  “You know you my boy and all, but you gotta go home!”

  “Yo, you ain't shit,” he said and laughed.

  “Yeah a’ight, just make sure ya ass lock my door on ya way out!” I said before plopping down on my couch.

  “You was my ride though.”

  “Nigga you live right down the street, you betta beat ya feet.”

  “You foul as hell, but I got a bad bitch in ya building I'm smashing so fuck you!” he said before leaving.

  I was dozing off watching Martin reruns until I heard some niggas being loud as hell in my hallway. I looked out my peephole and saw the bitch and her nigga that lived across from me carrying a body out. I don’t get in nobody’s business, that’s not what you did in the hood. You minded your business and expected them to do the same.

  “I can't believe you killed her ass!” I heard the woman say.

  “Now I can say I got that dope dick!” he said laughing.

  “Just leave her right here. Somebody will call the police and say she got raped or some shit,” the lady said.

  I couldn't believe what I heard. How could a woman say some shit like that? I was even more surprised when I heard the door slam. They left that girl to die in a pissy ass hallway.
I opened my door and walked down the hall and what I saw fucked me up. The chick was bloody all over and looked to be unconscious. I grabbed my phone to call for help, but stopped when I felt her grab my pant leg.

  “I gotta get you some help mama.”

  “No, I'm fine,” she whispered, attempting to get up.

  “Naw you not, just let me take you,” I said and helped her walk down the stairs. When I tried to put her in my car she hesitated.

  “I won’t hurt you ma.”

  “It’s not that, I don't wanna mess up ya seat,” she said.

  “Man, fuck this seat!” I said helping her into the car. When we arrived at the hospital, part of me wanted to stay and make sure she was okay, but I knew if I stayed they would ask me a bunch of fucking questions that didn’t have shit to do with me. Plus, baby girl looked under age in the face.

  When I got home I couldn't sleep because she was on my mind heavy. I don't know if it was the innocent look on her face, but I felt the need to find out more. I got up and did something I wasn't known for doing. Instead of minding my business, I knocked on the door across the hall. When the woman opened the door she went into straight thot mode and I was completely disgusted.

  “What’s up daddy, you looking for me?” she asked with a smile.

  “Bitch, do I look like I would be looking for you?” I snapped.

  “You ain’t gotta be fucking rude wit ya ugly ass!”

  “Oh I'm ugly? I guess that's why you on my dick!” I said grabbing my shit.

  “Fuck you nigga, what you want?”

  I guess we woke her nigga up because he came to the door scratching his junk looking like a dust bucket.

  “Oh, this my nigga Mega, I guess you thought about my offer.”

  “Naw, not at all!” I said rudely. He ain't want that work so he ain't say shit.

  “Oh okay, well what you need?”

  “I found some chick out here bloody and I'm tryna figure out who she belong to,” I said, getting straight to the point.