20. Ari
“Oh my god, you are so damn crazy!” I spoke into my phone as I was talking to Zel on FaceTime.
“Why am I crazy?” he asked.
“Because you keep saying we go together, and we don’t,” I said but he just laughed at me.
“Girl, you know we go together. I eat that hotbox just about every day and I kissed you. Shit, we damn near married because I don’t just suck on anybody’s pussy. Yep, you my wife now that I think about it!” he said with this goofy ass look on his face.
“Uncleeee Zel, who you talking to?” I heard his niece ask him, and then she looked in the camera.
“Uncle Zel, who is she?” she asked him.
“That is your Aunt Ari, that’s my wife,” he said, and she laughed at him. All I could do was shake my damn head. This man was insane.
“Hi, Aunt Ari.” She looked in the camera, smiling at me.
“Hi, cutie pie,” I said, smiling back at her.
“Okay, babe, let me get her home, and I will hit you later.” He blew me a kiss.
“Okay.” I blew him a kiss back and ended the call.
Things have been moving so fast with Zel and I.
We have seen each other literally everyday since we went on our little date to Coney Island.
When he said he was eating my pussy damn near everyday, believe that!
That man was everything. He took his time with me and always put me before him.
He didn’t rush me into having sex; he always said in due time.
Well, I didn’t know how much longer I could take it.
I got up to get something to drink from the kitchen since I was thirsty.
When I made it up to the front of the house, Mark was sitting in the living room drinking. I wasn’t sure where my mother was.
“Where is my mom, Mark?” I asked.
“She stepped out with her friends a few hours ago, she should be home soon,” he said, looking at me all crazy.
I proceeded to the kitchen; grabbed of bottled water and went back to my room.
I was lying in bed reading a book on my Kindle when I heard a noise near my door.
At first, I ignored it because I just figured Mark was going into the bathroom.
My phone was lit up, and it was Zel calling me back.
As soon as I hit the answer button, my door opened, and Mark was walking in with this crazed look on his face.
“What the fuck are you doing in my room?” I yelled.
“Oh, come on, bitch, you know what this is. Always walking around here with these tight ass clothes on trying to get me to notice you. I want some of that pussy with your fine ass!”
He rushed over to me, and I jumped up, yelling for him to get out my room.
But he grabbed me and started pulling on my clothes, ripping my shirt off, and pulling on my shorts.
I was losing it. I just knew this man wasn’t going to rape me and take my innocence away.
So, I started fighting back but the more I fought, the rougher he got with me.
He slapped me across the face as he yanked my shorts down while I continued to fight him.
I was scratching him across his face when I saw something out the corner of my eye.
It was paperweight that I had on my desk where my computer was, but it was hard for me to reach it.
I kept moving and putting up the fight of my life; this nigga was not about to rape me tonight.
He had me pinned to the bed and continued to physically assault me; I heard a commotion that sounded like it was on the inside of my house.
By this time, I had cried so much, my throat was raw, and tears continued to fall from my eyes.