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  “Oh, she belongs to us. Her and her mama got to fightin’ and shit got out of hand.”

  “Oh ‘a’ight, you ain't have shit to do with it did you?”

  “Oh naw bro. You know me, I treat all my hoes right,” he boasted.

  “Yeah a’ight, nigga,” I said grilling him.

  “So how old is shorty?”

  “Sixteen.”

  “What, you tryna dig in that cuz? I know first hand that shit gold!” he said pissing me off.

  I wasn't even sure why the thought of him fucking her had me boiling so bad. It might have been because he’s an old ass man talking about he knows how his chick’s daughter’s pussy feel.

  “What the fuck, you old as hell fucking that girl!” I snapped, yoking him up.

  “Man chill, I had to test the product. Her mama let me,” he said nervously.

  “You let this nigga fuck ya daughter?” I asked in shock.

  “She gotta get it sometime, why not now?” she said puffing on a cigarette. I swear these had to be some of the most fucked up people I met in my life.

  “So why you call her product?” I asked, letting dude go.

  “Cause she about to start working at the Hive,” he said proudly.

  I couldn't stand to look at neither of their asses anymore or I would have beat the shit out of both of them, so I gave the look of death and walked away. Before I went in I turned around and asked him what her name was.

  “Her name Cherish, but I call her Delicious,” he said with a smirk.

  I walked in my crib, slammed my door and sat on my couch in deep thought.

  Chapter Three

  (Cherish)

  When I woke up I was in the hospital. I couldn't remember how I got here, but I did remember what happened to me. I couldn't believe his penis caused so much pain, and here chicks were fucking every day and night. Well, you could count me out. I knew when I got home the first thing they would do was put me to work and I dreaded it.

  “Hello, I'm Doctor Phillips. I helped you when you first arrived. I didn't get your name and you had no identification.”

  “My name is Cherish Daniels,” I mumbled.

  “Well Cherish, that’s a beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” the doctor said.

  “Thank you doctor, but ummm, can I go now?”

  “Well, you lost a lot of blood due to the severity of the rape. Your vagina was ripped pretty bad. The police would like to talk to you when you're ready.”

  “I don't remember anything. Can you tell them that for me?”

  “I guess if you're being honest I can tell them to come back at a later date.”

  “Thank you,” I said as I watched her leave out of the room. A few minutes later she was right back.

  “Cherish, I got your results back and what I saw startled me.You are malnourished and lack calcium. You also have chemical burns on your body, some that have healed and some that are new. I know you're not eighteen like you put down on your paperwork, and as a medical professional I can't send you home without answers.”

  “I am eighteen doc. I was with an abusive boyfriend, but I'm done with him,” I said, lying through my teeth.

  “It’s a good thing you left. I don't know what kind of chemicals he subjected you to but the scars may be permanent. You are a beautiful young woman and you don't need to be with anyone that would cause you this kind of pain,” she said, causing tears to fall from my eyes. At sixteen I was dealing with issues some grown women couldn’t handle.

  “Can I leave soon?”

  “I want to run chest x-rays and a few other tests. You need fluids so it could take awhile,” she said with a wink and walked out.

  I stayed in the hospital for almost a week. I gave them false information and kept the police from asking questions that could get me taken away from my mom. A few years ago I wanted nothing more than to be taken from her and placed with people that would love me. My teacher had called child protective services because I was so small and sickly looking. They sent me to a married couple with a weird fetish for young black girls. Needless to say, I realized that staying with my mom wasn't the worst thing that could happen.

  “How are you feeling Cherish?” my doctor asked when she walked in.

  “I feel so much better!”

  “You look better too. You even gained a little weight in such little time,” she said and smiled.

  “Yeah I know, I've been stuffing my face,” I said laughing.

  “Listen, I can't keep you here any longer. You’ve made a full recovery, so I have your release papers here,” she said with sadness on her face.

  “Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”

  “That's my job sweetie, but you remember everything I told you,” she said hugging me.

  “I will.”

  I really would miss her. In the week I was here she treated me with more love and care than my mother ever had. She bought me clothes and shoes and even stayed at the hospital after her long shifts to keep me company. As I packed my things and got dressed, I imagined how my life would be if I would have been born to a different mother, someone like her. I didn't get sad or cry, I smiled because even meeting someone like her, if only for a week, changed me completely. When I walked out of Cooper Hospital I felt refreshed, and for the first time in a long time I was happy.

  *****

  So yeah, I didn't even introduce myself to ya’ll, but with all this drama in my life how could I? My name is Cherish Destiny Daniels. With a name like that you would think my mom loved me at one point, but to be honest I don't think she ever did. I am sixteen years old, in the 11th grade and I love school. I don't know what I want to be when I get older, but I know where I don't want to be and that’s living in Camden, New Jersey with my mom. Since I could remember I always lived with my granny, but when I was nine she died of cancer ,and since I had no one to take me in I ended up back with my mom.

  People thought my mom was on drugs, but she has never done a drug in her life except smoke some weed occasionally, so she had nothing to blame for the way she was. I would say it stemmed from her childhood, but my granny tried to be the best mom and she still turned out horrible. She kept me dressed decent and she attended church on a regular, but when she was at home she chain smoked Newport's, smoked weed and abused me every chance she got. Now she cared less about keeping up appearances and I don't think she would care if they took me away again. I don't know what to do anymore and I have no family to turn to. If my granny was here she would help, but I have to face that she’s gone and I'm in this alone.

  I snapped back into reality as I reached my front door. Doctor Phillips gave me a hundred dollars before I left and I refused to blow it on the bus or a cab when I got feet. Plus, mama might still be mad and when she’s mad I don't get to eat, so I had to save everything I had.

  When I walked into the house I thought I was being pranked. I checked every room but no one was home. I went into my room and grabbed my towel to take a shower. As the warm water took me away I was snatched back into reality when I felt something burn my back. I jumped back and screamed and found my mom holding a belt with the biggest smile on her face.

  “What the fuck you told them people?”

  “I didn't tell them anything!”

  Whack! Whack!

  She hit me again across my wet body with the leather belt. It felt as if my skin was being burned off the pain was so excruciating.

  “I’ma ask you again bitch, what the fuck you tell them white muthafuckas?”

  “Owwwww! Mom stop, I didn't tell them anything!” I screamed before I slipped in the tub and hit my head. She laughed as I struggled to get to my feet. I covered my body and walked into my room to examine the damage. It wasn't as bad as I thought. I had a lot of welts, but only a few of them had opened and were bleeding. She must have been high because she wasn't at her strongest. I don't know what I ever did to deserve the life I had, but I was so tired of living, so tired of being hurt, and just tired of bein
g tired.

  Chapter Four

  (Mega)

  As I lay in bed with one of the chicks I fucked with from time to time getting my dick sucked, I couldn't concentrate as I listened to all the screaming and crying coming from across the hall. I moved here not too long ago, but had a nigga known he was moving around some shit like this I would have kept looking. As the chick Corinne bobbed her head up and down on my dick, I heard another scream. It wasn't your typical scream either, it was gut wrenching. I jumped up to go over there, but everything got quiet so I said fuck it and sat back down.

  “Damn daddy, I wasn't doing it good enough for you?” she asked.

  “You grazed me with ya teeth once,” I said honestly. She scowled, so I knew the bitch was mad. I guess she wanted me to lie to her or some shit, but she already knew I wasn't that nigga.

  “Well I'm sorry I ain't good enough!”’ she snapped.

  “Yo, lower ya fucking tone. Matter fact, get ya shit and get out!”

  “You so fucking disrespectful Mega!”

  “Yeah whatever, bet you ain't gone’ stop fucking wit me though are you?” I asked with a smirk.

  “I might!” she said before she walked out my apartment leaving the door wide open.

  “Ole troll looking bitch!” I mumbled and slammed the door behind her. I couldn't stand any of these bitches out here. They were good to fuck, but anything outside of that was asking for trouble. They plotted to trap a nigga, but I wasn't falling for the okie-doke. They knew what it was. Either you let me strap up, or you suck this dick. Some chicks refused, thinking I would get desperate and change my mind, but eventually they fell right in line with the rest of them.

  My name is Jason Mega Cruz. I stand at 6’5 and weigh 230 lbs, all muscle. Most of my boys call me a pretty nigga. I guess because I brush my teeth and change my draws every day. Other than that, wasn’t shit pretty about me. I'm as thugged out as any other person that grew up in the hood, but I wasn’t trying to stay here.

  My dream was to go to the NFL, but after a knee injury that shit was out the window. Because I was a big dude, I could get security gigs that paid well, plus I sold weed on the side. I was a smart dude, and instead of blowing my money on bitches, fast cars, clothes and sneakers, I saved my money and invested it into an up and coming music label. They have over fifteen artists signed to them and I was a silent partner. I’m not where I want to be just yet, but I'm real close. Which is why that nigga across the hall keeps trying to get me to “invest” in his business. Since when did a whore house become a damn business? He can keep that shit.

  I went into the kitchen to grab a bowl of Captain Crunch and realized I had no milk. I put on my shoes and grabbed my keys to walk to the corner store. When I walked out my door, I looked across the hall and saw their front door was left open. Just like before, the hood nigga in me said fuck that, leave it alone and go get your milk, but I still had that soft side in me that wanted to make sure the girl was safe.

  I went against my better judgment and walked inside the apartment. I guess he made decent money because the crib was laid out almost better than mine. As I looked around I heard faint crying. I walked past each room until I found where it came from.

  When I pushed the door open I found the same beautiful girl sitting in front of her mirror with peroxide nursing her nasty ass looking cuts on her body. When she noticed I was there she jumped hard as hell. As I came closer I looked into her eyes and what I saw broke my heart. She looked so innocent and lost, battered and beaten down, physically and mentally. I didn't even know her, but I wanted to fuck that nigga up for hurting her this way.

  “I'm not gonna hurt you. I heard you screaming and then I saw the door open.”

  “I'm okay, but you better go before they come back.”

  “You think they fucking scare me? Nah, trust me I'm good ma.”

  “Who are you, anyways?” she asked, grabbing a towel to cover her bruises.

  “I'm Mega, I live across the hall from you.”

  “Why you keep staring at me like that?”

  “Because I think you're beautiful.” I moved the towel off her, grabbed the tissue and peroxide and cleaned her wounds. As I looked at her body I noticed so many scars and bruises it made my heart hurt.

  “Shut up,” she said laughing.

  “What’s funny about you being beautiful? Even with the scars and bruises, I still see you ma.”

  “You don't see me, you don't even know me. Thank you for your help, but you gotta go!” she snapped.

  I wasn't sure what I did, but the asshole in me wanted to curse her the fuck out. Here I was coming out of my comfort zone, minding somebody else’s business that didn’t have shit to do with me, and what do I get? Cursed the fuck out is what. Fuck this nice shit. I had no time for it and fuck her ignorant ass. I looked at her one more time and turned around and walked out of the crib. I walked my ass to the store, got my milk and enjoyed the rest of my night.

  *****

  The next morning I woke up to someone banging on my door. I jumped up and rushed to the door thinking it might be Cherish. When I opened the door I was pissed off to see my boy Jayden standing there looking dumb as hell with not one black eye, but two.

  “Who the fuck jumped you?” I asked, trying not to laugh.

  “Man, ain't nobody jump me. Darla found out I been fucking her sister.”

  “So what happened, her brothers fucked you up?”

  “Hell naw that bitch Darla did!” he said with an attitude.

  “Nigga, wait what?”

  “Yo, we fucked and I fell asleep. Next thing I know she’s standing over me fucking me up with a sock full of quarters,” he said. I couldn't hold my laughter in so I laughed right in his face.

  “My nigga, not only did you get beat up by a chick, but she used a fucking sock full of quarters on ya ass!” I said falling back onto the couch laughing.

  “Shut the fuck up, it ain't funny!”

  “Man I thought I was gone’ have to fuck somebody up, fuck you come to my crib for?”

  “See that's why I don't tell you shit, everything funny to ya ass!” he said getting serious.

  “Naw bro, all jokes aside what you need me to do?”

  “Just come around there wit me to get my shit.”

  “Fuck you mean go around there with you? What, you scared?”

  “I ain't scared, I just don't wanna have to fuck her up and end up in jail,” he said with his lying ass.

  “Yeah a’ight, let me get dressed,” I said and headed to my room. I threw on some sweats and timbs and was ready to go. When we pulled up he stood behind me like a fucking punk.

  “Ohhhh, so you got this nigga?” Darla said, still swinging the sock.

  “Yo Darla, chill out. I told you I fucked her one time and I was drunk as hell!”

  “Yo Mega, you hear your dirty ass friend?” she screamed, running after him with the sock. She had my boy Jay running around my car like a fucking chick screaming as the sock connected to parts of his body.

  “Yo Mega, get this bitch!” he screamed out.

  “Bitch? Nigga you the bitch!”

  “Fuck you, I want my shit!”

  “Calling me a bitch! You the one that like getting ya booty licked ole faggot ass nigga!”

  “I’ma kill this bitch!” he said and ran up on her, only to get knocked on his ass with the sock.

  “Yo beautiful, can I talk to you?” I asked Darla.

  “You a sweet heart Mega, but ya gay ass, love getting his salad tossed, finger in the booty ass friend, bet not say a muthafuckin’ thing to me!”

  “A’ight you got that, he ain't gone’ say shit!” I said and pulled her close so I could whisper in her ear. While I made her smile Jay ran inside, grabbed all his shit and put it in the car. She told me Jay had broken her TV so I gave her a stack to get another one. I swear every time I turned around this nigga was costing me money, but I've never known him to put none in my pocket.

  “I got everything,
” he said when he finished.

  “Nigga let's go!” I said pissed off.

  “Bro, I told you that bitch crazy!”

  “Yeah, whatever nigga!”

  I didn’t say another word to his ass. When I dropped him off at home I couldn't do shit but laugh. This nigga swore up and down he wasn't gay, but everytime I turned around some bitch was talking about how he liked some gay shit.

  Chapter Five

  (Cherish)

  I don't know why I snapped on him, I guess it was hard hearing a man say I was beautiful after so many years of hearing I was black and ugly. Yeah, the boys at school tried to get with me, but they didn't count because they thought every girl with breasts and ass was cute. Mega was a grown ass man though. His swag was out of this world and I felt safe around him. That spoke volumes. He was so tall and big, and he had a beard that put Rick Ross to shame. Plus, he cared. I mean, why else would he come and check on me unless he had a caring heart? I hope I didn't run him away, but I had so much on my mind my emotions were everywhere.

  As I walked to school I heard a car with a banging ass system ride up on the side of me. Never one to get stopped by cars, I kept on walking. When the car beeped the horn I turned around to find a silver Crown Vic with dark tinted windows beside me. I got butterflies when the window rolled down and saw Mega staring back at me.

  “Where you going?”

  “To school,” I replied, playing with my bookbag.

  “I didn't think you would go back to school so soon.”

  “Well, I need something to get me out of that house.”

  “Is everything okay now?”

  “I guess,” I said, shifting my legs from side to side.

  “Yo, get in the car,” he said with authority. I got into the car and the seats swallowed me whole. The air conditioner was on blast even though it was late September.

  “Why you got the air on?”

  “What, you cold?” he asked with a smirk.

  “Hell yeah. You didn’t get the memo? It ain't summer no more,” I said.