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Post by ladytoodee44 on Sept 29, 2012 15:18:17 GMT -5
I looked over at Cherish and she was now looking my way. "Trey can you calm down."
"Get your ass in the car and where the fuck is my son?"
Cherish picked up Mekhi and brought him over to me. "Thank you, I'll just talk to you later." I said to her.
"Who the fuck is she? You got random niggas around my child. You just fuckin up today huh?" Trey said before smacking me in the back of the neck.
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Post by danielle15 on Sept 30, 2012 9:34:49 GMT -5
I was so humuliated I had tears streaming down my face no matter how hard I tried to hold them in. Mehki was crying and screaming, because Trey was yelling and scaring him.
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Sept 30, 2012 9:49:56 GMT -5
I could see Cherish from my car window and she looked like she wish she could help. Trey drove us home as he still rambled on about me fucking around with other niggas and being a slut. When I got out the car I grabbed Mekhi and made my way to the door. Trey smacked me in the back of the head before opening the door. I put Mekhi in his room and closed the door because I knew things were going to get crazy.
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Post by danielle15 on Sept 30, 2012 19:16:27 GMT -5
"Trey stop!"
"You wasn't saying that when you was fucking around."
"I swear I wasn't I was just talking to him. It was nothing-" he slapped the shit out of my and busted my lip then started woopin' my ass. That fool had the nerve to take his belt off and really woop my ass.
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Sept 30, 2012 20:01:33 GMT -5
I was covering my face as he lashed his leather belt across my body. I could feel the welts forming on my skin as he stuck me with precision. Every time I moved, Trey was right on my ass striking me.
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Post by danielle15 on Sept 30, 2012 20:06:48 GMT -5
It seemed like hours pasted before he got tired. After it seemed like two hours he finally stopped.
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Sept 30, 2012 20:22:09 GMT -5
I was laid on the floor with cuts and bruises everywhere. The welts that were once just swollen were now cuts with blood oozing from them. I looked a mess and I just sucked it up like any other time. Trey left out the door slamming it behind him and I got up off the floor. I looked at my phone which had been lighting up and vibrating during my whole beating. I saw missed calls and texts from Cherish.
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Post by Desaree on Oct 1, 2012 8:50:10 GMT -5
I opened one of them:
Are you okay, Mickey? He didn't put his hands on you, did he? Call me, please.
Instead of calling her, I hit the reply button. I'm fine.
The phone lit up again. Where is he now?
He left.
What's your address? I'm coming over there.
That's not necessary.
What's your address?
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Oct 1, 2012 12:20:03 GMT -5
I could tell Cherish wasn't going to stop until she got an answer so I gave her my address. I looked down at myself and realized I couldn't let her see me like this. I cleaned up the mess in the house and checked on Mekhi before cleaning myself up. I took a shower to wash off my cuts and they burned badly. I cleaned my cuts off with peroxide and put foundation on my face to cover the brusies.
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Post by Desaree on Oct 1, 2012 13:38:57 GMT -5
As I was leaving the bathroom, the doorbell rang. I knew it was Cherish, but I looked out the window to make sure.
"Hey," I said, letting her in.
"Hi." She looked around the living room before stepping into the apartment.
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Oct 1, 2012 19:41:07 GMT -5
"What's up?"
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"
"No I'm fine."
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Post by Desaree on Oct 2, 2012 11:13:25 GMT -5
"Where's Mekhi?"
"He's asleep. You want something to drink?"
"Naw, I'm cool. Can we go to my house? I'd rather be over there."
"Why? There's nothing wrong with my place."
"I didn't mean it like that. I-"
"I know what you meant. We can go to your crib."
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Oct 2, 2012 13:58:11 GMT -5
I picked up Mekhi and Cherish grabbed his baby bag. I locked up the door and I thought we were taking my car when I saw a man holding the door open to a Bentley.
"Is that you?" I asked.
"Yeah come on."
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Post by Desaree on Oct 3, 2012 8:16:13 GMT -5
The man nodded as we entered the car, then he went around to the front and drove off. Everybody in the neighborhood looked as we rode by. We rode past Morgan High, and the kids from that school looked hypnotized, as if they'd never seen anything better than a Caddillac.
"That's the school I'm going to, starting next week," Cherish said.
"I used to go there," I replied.
"You graduated?"
"Dropped out."
"Because of Mekhi?"
"No. That whole school thing just isn't for me. Know what I mean?"
"Yeah."
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Oct 3, 2012 11:50:10 GMT -5
"Yeah so where do you live again?"
"Westlake Hills."
"Damn girl I wish I had it like you."
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Post by Desaree on Oct 3, 2012 13:36:52 GMT -5
"You wish you had it like my dad. I grew up in foster care. I've only been rich for two days. I'm still just as amazed as you are."
The chauffer pulled up to a mansion and opened the door for us to get. Someone else opened the front door when he rang the doorbell.
"Cherish," the woman said. "Cherish's friend. Child."
"This is Mickey and her son Mekhi," Cherish said as she pulled me inside. She led me up a flight of stairs, then into her bedroom. By this point, I couldn't even vocalize my awe.
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Oct 3, 2012 16:33:03 GMT -5
Her house looked like something I couldn't even dream of. Her room was yellow, bright, and beautiful. She directed me to sit down on her couch and she took a seat too.
"Girl this house is just....just. I'm lost for words." I said.
"That's how I felt when I first got here."
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Post by Desaree on Oct 5, 2012 8:22:16 GMT -5
"What does your dad do?"
Cherish opened her mouth to speak, but said nothing. Instead a confused expression covered her face. "I... don't know. I've never asked. I'll find out now." She stood up and left her room. As soon as she went out, my phone vibrated.
I opened the message: U alrite, Mickey?
I rolled my eyes it was a text from Trey.
I replied with a simple 'yeah' just as Cherish returned.
"What'd he say?" I asked.
She shrugged. "He got upset when I asked."
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Post by ladytoodee44 on Oct 5, 2012 11:57:24 GMT -5
"Oh sorry."
"Its cool whatever it is he makes a lot of money."
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Post by Desaree on Oct 8, 2012 13:30:49 GMT -5
I found that a little suspicious but I didn't say it. I don't see why he would get mad, but whatever.
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