to us.
“Well I’m not like that. I don’t care what you heard,” I said as I scooted away. He grabbed my face, and forced a kiss on my lips. “Stop!” I yelled and pushed him hard.
He backhanded me hard as hell, and I fell to the floor. What the hell? He climbed in between my legs, and held my wrists down using his one big hand.
“Khalid please! No!” I shouted as I tried to squirm away.
“Andiiii!” I screamed as I felt Khalid's hands on my panties.
“Shhhhh,” he chuckled. I relaxed and stopped moving, which made him smile. He pulled his dick out, and I kicked it hard as fuck.
“Arrgghhhhhh!” he yelled and fell back.
I grabbed my torn panties and rushed to the back to find my sister. I ran past a room and heard her moaning loudly. Why didn’t I drive myself? I thought.
“Andi!!!” I yelled and banged on the door.
“Come here bitch!” Khalid hollered from behind me, and gripped a handful of my hair. He dragged me into a linen closet, and punched me in the nose. Oh, this nigga wanted a fight? He was about to get one then.
“Stop Khalid!” I screamed so loud my throat was sore.
He roughly shoved my dress upward and I clawed at his eyes. He and I were fighting like Mike Tyson and Holyfield in that little ass closet. I was determined to not let him rape me. He punched me again, but my anger wouldn’t allow me to succumb to my injuries. I kicked his exposed dick repeatedly, while raining blows on his face. He stopped hitting me to clutch his sore dick and balls, so I took the opportunity to kick him in the face like I was David Beckham going for the winning goal. He wailed like a newborn, and then hopped up and ran out with his pants falling past his bare ass. My head ached and I could barely move, and the blows he’d delivered were starting to take effect.
“Andi!” I hollered once more, before finally passing out.
I woke up and my head was throbbing. I was slumped over in the linen closet, which reminded me of what happened last night. Tears escaped my eyes, as I slowly got up. My body was sore as fuck, especially my fucking face and head. I limped outside, and heard Andi laughing from afar. Khalid and I both entered the room from opposite directions, looking like Ike and Tina coming from their last fight.
“What the fuck happened to her!” Andi yelled when she saw me. I glared at her as I walked closer to her.
“Take me home!” I screamed in her face. If she didn’t comply, I was gonna give her the same ass whooping I’d just given Khalid.
“Yeah, take that crazy bitch home!” Khalid shouted as he sat down on his loveseat. Damn, I fucked him up , I thought. The light in the living room shone on his injuries.
“You tried to rape me! Don’t be mad because I whooped your ass!” I shouted.
“Aye man, ain’t nobody tried to rape you. You’re the one who tried to fuck me, and then beat my ass when I said no!” he barked.
“You’re a fucking lie! You just a thirsty ass nigga who’s mad because he got his ass whooped by a bitch!” I leered.
“Aye, get her out my fucking crib! I don’t fuck with hoes that spread lies!” he frowned.
I shook my head at him as Andi tugged on my arm. I snatched it from her and stormed out the door.
I was done with trying to be nice to my sisters. I was not into this lifestyle, and was no longer going to pretend I was for them. One of my worst fears almost happened, and there was nothing that Andi or Zooey could say to ever make me hang out with them on that level again. Thank God I took kickboxing for four years.
Chapter Eight: Andi
Knowing my sister was almost raped, was bothering me like crazy. I tried to convince myself that it was her fault so that I would feel better. I mean, if she had just given Khalid what he wanted, she could’ve escaped the beating. Then again, I didn’t like the fact that he hurt her. But by looking at the two, it was very obvious that Josalyn had beaten his ass much worse than he did
“Well I’m not like that. I don’t care what you heard,” I said as I scooted away. He grabbed my face, and forced a kiss on my lips. “Stop!” I yelled and pushed him hard.
He backhanded me hard as hell, and I fell to the floor. What the hell? He climbed in between my legs, and held my wrists down using his one big hand.
“Khalid please! No!” I shouted as I tried to squirm away.
“Andiiii!” I screamed as I felt Khalid's hands on my panties.
“Shhhhh,” he chuckled. I relaxed and stopped moving, which made him smile. He pulled his dick out, and I kicked it hard as fuck.
“Arrgghhhhhh!” he yelled and fell back.
I grabbed my torn panties and rushed to the back to find my sister. I ran past a room and heard her moaning loudly. Why didn’t I drive myself? I thought.
“Andi!!!” I yelled and banged on the door.
“Come here bitch!” Khalid hollered from behind me, and gripped a handful of my hair. He dragged me into a linen closet, and punched me in the nose. Oh, this nigga wanted a fight? He was about to get one then.
“Stop Khalid!” I screamed so loud my throat was sore.
He roughly shoved my dress upward and I clawed at his eyes. He and I were fighting like Mike Tyson and Holyfield in that little ass closet. I was determined to not let him rape me. He punched me again, but my anger wouldn’t allow me to succumb to my injuries. I kicked his exposed dick repeatedly, while raining blows on his face. He stopped hitting me to clutch his sore dick and balls, so I took the opportunity to kick him in the face like I was David Beckham going for the winning goal. He wailed like a newborn, and then hopped up and ran out with his pants falling past his bare ass. My head ached and I could barely move, and the blows he’d delivered were starting to take effect.
“Andi!” I hollered once more, before finally passing out.
I woke up and my head was throbbing. I was slumped over in the linen closet, which reminded me of what happened last night. Tears escaped my eyes, as I slowly got up. My body was sore as fuck, especially my fucking face and head. I limped outside, and heard Andi laughing from afar. Khalid and I both entered the room from opposite directions, looking like Ike and Tina coming from their last fight.
“What the fuck happened to her!” Andi yelled when she saw me. I glared at her as I walked closer to her.
“Take me home!” I screamed in her face. If she didn’t comply, I was gonna give her the same ass whooping I’d just given Khalid.
“Yeah, take that crazy bitch home!” Khalid shouted as he sat down on his loveseat. Damn, I fucked him up , I thought. The light in the living room shone on his injuries.
“You tried to rape me! Don’t be mad because I whooped your ass!” I shouted.
“Aye man, ain’t nobody tried to rape you. You’re the one who tried to fuck me, and then beat my ass when I said no!” he barked.
“You’re a fucking lie! You just a thirsty ass nigga who’s mad because he got his ass whooped by a bitch!” I leered.
“Aye, get her out my fucking crib! I don’t fuck with hoes that spread lies!” he frowned.
I shook my head at him as Andi tugged on my arm. I snatched it from her and stormed out the door.
I was done with trying to be nice to my sisters. I was not into this lifestyle, and was no longer going to pretend I was for them. One of my worst fears almost happened, and there was nothing that Andi or Zooey could say to ever make me hang out with them on that level again. Thank God I took kickboxing for four years.
Chapter Eight: Andi
Knowing my sister was almost raped, was bothering me like crazy. I tried to convince myself that it was her fault so that I would feel better. I mean, if she had just given Khalid what he wanted, she could’ve escaped the beating. Then again, I didn’t like the fact that he hurt her. But by looking at the two, it was very obvious that Josalyn had beaten his ass much worse than he did
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