Gangsta Divas by De'nesha Diamond Page B

here almost an hour.”
    â€œAh, shit. Ah, shit. This bitch got some tight shit, Ruthie.You just don’t know. Ah, shit.”
    â€œWhat? That fast bitch? Please. Tell that shit to somebody else.” I spotted the glowing tip of her cigarette at the door before she responded.
    â€œAh, shit.” He kept pounding.
    â€œWhat about that other one?” she asked. “You test her out yet?”
    â€œFUUUUUUUCCCK,” Abdul blew out my eardrum. By the way he convulsed, I guessed it meant his ass came. He didn’t even bother to pull out.
    â€œShit. It’s about time,” Ms. Ruthie huffed. “Now c’mon.You done played long enough.”
    Abdul grunted. “Damn.You ain’t gonna let me catch my breath?”
    â€œIf you’re talkin’, you’re breathin’. Now c’mon.”
    He sat up and whined, “I haven’t played with the other one yet.”
    â€œIt’s late. Now bring your ass on.”
    â€œDammit, Ruthie.” He stood from the bed and shuffled to the door. “You said I can do both of them.”
    â€œDon’t get mad at me because you spent all your time with the slutty one,” she argued back. “Do her tomorrow.”
    â€œFine. Tomorrow then.” They walked out of the room and closed the door.
    SQUEEEAAK. SQUEEEAAK.
    Ta’Shara and I listened as they headed back to their bedroom. Neither of us moved or said a word until we were sure Abdul and Ruthie were back in their bedroom.
    At last,Ta’Shara popped up and raced to turn on the light. We expected to see my sheets drenched with blood, but they weren’t. Like I said, Adbul was hardly my first rapist foster dad, but I could still feel those three cuts on my clit.
    â€œShelle, are you okay?”Ta’Shara asked, rushing over to me.
    I wanted to scream, “Does it look like I’m fuckin’ okay?” But T was too young to understand.
    â€œShelle?”
    â€œYeah. I’m all right.” Those four words hurt like hell to get out of my mouth.
    â€œI’ll go get you a washcloth.”
    She turned to run off, but I grabbed her wrist. “Wait until they’re asleep. We don’t know if he’ll creep back out.”
    â€œAnd grab me?” she asked with fear blanketing her face.
    I wanted to reassure her. She didn’t have a single curve on her young body yet. What would he want with her? Then I remembered that some dudes like young boys—or anything with a hole—and Ta’Shara had as many as I did.
    â€œHe’s gonna beat me and stick his weenie in me, ain’t he?”
    I shook my head.
    â€œBut he said—”
    â€œDon’t worry about what he said. I’m going to take care of it.”
    â€œBut—”
    â€œHey.” I grabbed her chin and forced her to look at me. “Don’t I always take care of you?”
    Ta’Shara nodded.
    â€œThen leave it to me.” I sucked in a deep breath. “Go back to bed.”
    â€œDon’t you want me to help you clean up?”
    â€œNo. I can take care of it myself. Go!”
    She hesitated.
    â€œGo,” I hissed.
    Ta’Shara slunk back over to her bed and crawled beneath the sheet.
    I felt guilty for yelling at her, but damn she could be hardheaded sometimes. I sat up in that bed for another hour with no clue on what the fuck I was going to do. I kept thinking it was best for us to pack up our shit and go. I was a smart girl. We could survive the streets. I’d seen plenty of abandoned and boarded-up houses on the way to school. Why couldn’t we stay in one until we could get some real money flowing?
    That shit sounded real good to me and I was convinced that we could do it. When I was sure that Abdul wasn’t coming back, I climbed out of bed and walked like a zombie toward the door. On my way out, I turned off the bedroom light. I told myself to go straight to the bathroom to clean myself up, but I ended