The next morning, Rain woke up to the sun beaming down on her bruised body,
her tear stained face. When Rain opened her crusted boogers stuck to her eyes,
her mind was still traumatize from the night before. She was debating on
whether she should get up to go get her something to eat and leave the house,
or stay in the comfort of her room to get away from the evil monsters in her
house. If she left out she would be force to succumb to the demented acts her
mother and father would bring on her. She came to the resolution that the night
before wasn’t a dream. Everything was real. Her body was in an extreme amount
of pain. When she tried to move even slightly, she let out aloud cry.
She laid down attempting to allow the new day to sync in, only each time her
mind kept replaying the nightmare over and over, she closed her eyes to make
the nightmare go away, only to open her eyes to the pain in her body that
brought the reality of what happened back to her. When she tried to get up, she felt so
much pain in her body that she cried out with a loud cry. She then quickly
re-opened her eyes.
The more her stomach growled and her hunger sunk in with stomach bubbles,
Rain knew she had to get her body up.
As she laid there trying to figure out what her next move would be, her stomach
growled for food, her stomach was bubbling for food. She knew she had to get up
to get something to eat. She laid there in her bed wishing and begging for the hunger pains to
go away, but after a minute or so, her stomach cramped so bad to a point where she had
no choice but to get up, she slowly got out of bed, she had to push herself to
get out of bed because her body was in such an excruciating amount of pain. The bed didn't make
it no better with the wires coming through the mattress. She slowly walked to
the door peeking out to make sure the close was clear. Once she noticed the house
was entirely empty, with the growing sharp pains in her thighs she left her room.
Rain walked down the dimly lit
hallway towards the kitchen, using the wall for support. When she got to the
kitchen, she noticed the kitchen hadn't been cleaned at all. Her daddy's beer cans were scattered
all over the table and the counter, the sink was piled high with dirty dishes.
She walked over to the refrigerator and opened the door.
As she opened the fridge door, she
noticed only an empty Coors Light bottle, a two week old milk carton that was
puking and smelling up the house but since no one cleaned up the house and
since her mother ate up all the food, along with Alvin she was left to starve.
ACS had already removed her brothers AJ and Tyrek because of constant
malnutrition reports via the boy’s school teacher.
The house was so dysfunctional and messy that when it was time for the
blame game, Rain got the full effect. On many nights her mother beat her till she
bled for hours. Her mother’s ill faded fury towards her made her cry most nights in her
As she closed the fridge door, a loud knock banged at the door, making her
jump like a jelly bean. She was so shaken up from all the drama going on in her
life that answering the door was the last thing on her mind, only the knocks
only increased instead of dying down. Whoever was on the outside wanted to get
it and going away wasn’t an option.
Rain stood in the kitchen; frightened by the banging, knowing it wasn't going
to end until she answered, so she proceeded with increased caution. She scanned
the peep-hole and saw a crippled looking black man standing there, kicking and
banging, saying “Open the fuck up. A nigga gotta take a piss.”
“Who is it?” Rain spoke choked up.
“Just an old friend of your mom, now open up” the man quickly responded while
she hesitantly waited to open up the door knowing the man wasn’t leaving until
she allowed him entry.
“I’m not supposed to open the door for strangers” Rain added while holding
to the door knob for leverage as the pain in her inner thighs continued to
throb with displeasure.
“Come on lil mama. All I wanna do is use your bathroom and I’m out the
door. Scouts honor” that made her laugh and open up the door.
The man entered the home. Very unattractive, but had taste in fashion that
meant he was heavy in his pockets. “Nice home your got here” the man said as he
moved side to side down the hallway area, swinging his hips, examining the
rolled up weed buds and seeds left over on the crowded kitchen table.
“Thank you Mr?’ she paused not once getting his name.
“The name is Sweet Daddy honey” he answered and redirected himself over to
where she now stood, leaning up against the hole punched couch that was so old
it looked like a hand-me-down out of the thrift shop; he looked her over. “You
a pretty thing” he told her as she got more nervous, but not like the night
“Thank you” she smiled with a sigh of comfort as he moved into the area
where the bathroom was. He entered and
slowly closed to the door behind him.
While in the bathroom he pulled out his cell and dialed some numbers, then
pressed the talk button. The other receiver answered.
“Hello” A female voice greeted.
“Hey Janet. It’s Sweet Daddy.”
“What’s good my dude?” she grinned with a smile on the other end.
“You know how I be. I got in your crib, so how you wanna do this?” he asked
calculating a callous act.
“Anyway you want. I want that bitch the fuck outta my house, so me and Al
cab walk around our house childcare free. I wish my son were still with me.
They had balls and didn’t cause me no beef.” Janet’s words didn’t make him feel
guilty for what he was about to do, in fact it increased testosterone more.
“Cool. I’m gonna leave the dow in the sofa cushion for you and I’ll give Al
his cut later. Trust when you get home that bitch goin be sucking and screaming
her lungs out, and the second you go to give her the boot, she goin be my bitch
for the rest of her fucking life. Mark my word sis.” Sweet Daddy laughed like
the devil’s favorite son and he accepted business and collected when call on to
handle any job possible.
“I’ll give you a few hours to get your cock wet cause that’s all she’s good
for. Just play it off and she’ll be yours by the end of the fucking night” Janet
promised through the phone, knowing her daughter was still in her care that she
would become her greatest investment, and she didn’t give a shit of who liked it,
or not, especially Rain.
“Well let me get back out there before that trifling child gets suspicious.
Holla at me when you close.” For Sweet Daddy money talked and guaranteed a
prized possession in the form of one Rain Waters.
They hung up the phone.
To make it look like he was taking a dump, he ran the water in the sink
and tub for a little steam, flushed the toilet, and check his self in the
mirror and smiled “This bitch should’ve never opened the door. Stupid bitch,”
and left the bathroom.