Brokenhearted Girl 2

Diamond Johnson

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• Urban Books

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 05 janvier 2017
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781648543135
• Langue: English

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited.
Contents



1. Treasure Love

2. Malakai “Sticks” Black

3. Sway Black

4. Terry Love

5. Malakai “Sticks” Black

6. Reese Simmons

7. Treasure Love

8. Sway Black

9. Autumn Greene

10. Malakai “Sticks” Black

11. Janay Hamilton

12. Autumn Greene

13. Artrell Woods

14. Malakai “Sticks” Black

15. Monique Brown

16. Autumn Greene

17. Malakai “Sticks” Black

18. Treasure Love

19. Terry Love

20. Reese Simmons

21. Monique Brown

22. Malakai “Sticks” Black


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1

Treasure Love



I blacked out. I lost control of any piece of sanity that I had in my body at that moment. Nothing mattered to me right then. Not the fact that I could possibly sit in prison for the rest of my life if I killed this man. Not Sticks. The only thing that ran through my mind at that moment was the vision that I had just seen of my five-year-old mentally ill daughter, and all self-control left my body.
Blood poured from William’s body every which way, and it’s almost like I wouldn’t be satisfied until he stopped moving because then I would know that he was dead. You could do anything you wanted to do to me. You could beat me until I was blue, rape me, disrespect me, but the line stops when you fuck with my daughter. I thought that I’ve always made that clear from the beginning. If anyone knew the entire truth about Miracle, it was William and I, so I couldn’t understand how her blood father could even think to touch her in such a way.
“Treasure, put down the fuckin’ knife before I call the police on you!” my mother screamed through her tears.
She was staring at me like she didn’t know who this Treasure was. She’s always seen me as weak and lonely, and never standing up for myself. So, to now see me looking like a damn crazy person and swinging a knife around, I could understand her confusion. Hell, I didn’t even know who I was at that moment. I never let people get me out of my element like this.
“And while you on the phone with the police, make sure you tell them that your sick ass boyfriend has been sexually molesting my daughter!” I screamed.
As the words left my mouth, it’s like it registered that my suspicions could be true, which only forced me to swing the knife again. This time, my mom pulled William her way. Her actions only reminded me how it had always been when it came to him and me ever since he came into the picture. It was as if she chose him over me, and that one small gesture proved to me that if it came down to it and my mother ever had to choose, she would most definitely pick William over her own damn daughter.
“That’s bullshit, Treasure, and you know it! William is like a father to you, and hell, he is a father to Miracle because him and I both stepped up to the plate and adopted her. We didn’t have to do that, Treasure, but we did! Why go through all that work for him to turn around and do the things that you’re accusing him of? You are lying, Treasure!” she screamed at me, jumping out of bed.
I’d had it. I could no longer keep this shit a secret.
“Ma, let me ask you a question. Out of all the houses on this block, why would Miracle have been miraculously dropped off at this house? Did you ever once ask yourself that? Did you ever once ask yourself why William fought so hard five years ago at the hospital for you and him to adopt Miracle?” I asked her.
She continued to ignore me as she walked to the linen closet in the hallway and pulled out some towels. She also ignored me as she tried her best to clean up all the blood that rushed out of William’s body. All I could do was shake my head because for the first time, I realized how fuckin’ pathetic she was. The fact that she was ignoring me low-key hurt. So again, I lost all sense, and I blurted out the truth, once and for all.
“You’ve asked me numerous times why I care for Miracle so much. You even called me stupid for using up all my work money to pay for a nurse. I care so much for that little girl because five years ago, I sat on a fuckin’ bathroom floor, with your man, the one you love so much, the one you fuckin’ adore, and the one that clouded your fuckin’ mind when it came to me. The one who made you forget that you had a fuckin’ child had been coming into my bedroom ever since I turned fourteen, and he was raping me on a daily basis! That’s the fuckin’ truth! It was his idea to put the baby on the porch and wait until you got home to—”
POW!
I didn’t even get the chance to finish my sentence because my mom came over to me and punched me dead in my mouth. No matter how upset I was with her, I would never use that knife on her, so I opted to drop it. I didn’t have the guts to hit my mother either, and while she was trying to swing her hands on every part of my body, I tried my best to restrain her. If she got hit in the process, then so be it.
“How dare you come in here and make up all of these lies! William never would have raped you. Hell, if anything, it was your fault. I see the way you used to look at him, the way you still look at him. You need to get the fuck up out of my house and never come back again. You fucked my man, had a retarded ass baby by him, and now years later, you want to start telling lies! Get the fuck out!” she screamed, pushing me so hard, that I fell on my ass.
I looked over at William, who was acting his ass off and playing dead so he wouldn’t have to fess up, but I knew better.
“William, tell her the fuckin’ truth!” I said, getting up from the floor and walking over to him. I slapped the shit out of her. “Tell her how when I found out that I was pregnant and I asked you for money for an abortion, you told me that you would kill me if I ever killed your baby! Tell her the fuckin’ truth, man!” I was crying and shaking at this point because I was so fuckin’ angry. Why would I lie about this? I don’t even know why I was shocked that my mother didn’t believe me.
“I... I... don’t know... I don’t know what... you. Tttt... talking about m... mannn” William said, making me look like a fool.
“Nobody raped your ass, Treasure. So, you and that lie can get the fuck up out of my house,” my mom said again.
“Come on, Ma! You got to believe me, man. I used to beg you to change your work shift! I begged you every night not to leave me, and you as a mother should have known that your daughter was silently pleading for help. The moment your car would pull out of that driveway, he would be in my room. Come on, Ma, this is me! I ain’t ever lied to you,” I cried, sounding like a little girl who just wished that her mother could believe what she was saying, but I could tell from her emotionless face that my tears, my pain, wasn’t moving her.
I silently wiped my face and turned around to leave, but not before I left one last message for the two of them.
“Just remember, what’s done in the dark eventually comes to light,” I told them and then I walked out of the room.
I went back into the bedroom that Miracle and I once shared. The towel that I had previously wrapped around her, I took it off and put on one of her outfits. I then grabbed up a duffle bag and began packing clothes inside for her and I because I heading straight to the hospital. Honestly, I had no clue where she and I would go afterward, but it wouldn’t be back to this house.
Once I had the duffle bag packed with clothes and toiletries, I grabbed another bag that held all of Miracle’s medications and everything and then buckled her up in her wheelchair. I took one last look at my room because I knew that it would be a long time before I stepped foot in it again. Hell, I may never come there again.
I went outside and pressed the button on the car key, which brought out the ramp for Miracle’s wheelchair. Once she was secured inside, I put the duffle bags in the back and climbed in the driver’s seat.
“Lord, you know I have never done this before, so I’m asking that you protect my baby and me as I push this car out of this parking spot!” I silently prayed.
Who would have ever thought that my first experience driving would be me rushing to the hospital to see if my daughter had been raped? A part of me didn’t even want to go because I was scared of the outcome, but I knew that I had to do this for Miracle. With my seatbelt on, I put the car in drive, like I had seen Malakai do so many times before. The car jerked, and I happened to force my leg down, which landed on one of the pedals. I assumed that was the brakes because then the car stopped. I put my foot on the other pedal and realized that one was the gas. After another prayer, I was out on the road, scared for my life. Luckily, it was dark out, so there weren’t many people on the road.
We finally made it to the hospital thirty minutes later, and that was only because I was only going like fifteen miles per hour. I was so scared to drive fast because I didn’t want to lose control. I parked the car all jacked up. I’m pretty sure that whenever I made it back, there might be a note on my car, telling me that I needed to learn how to park because clearly, I was taking up two