S4TS

It's Friday night. All of your girls have gone out of town and all of your boys are hitting the town. Your alone, broke and on top of that, too tired from work to really do anything. You could watch a little television but nothings on that you haven't already seen. You could even read a really good book.. if they existed anymore. No worries though sweetheart, because Stories4theSoul has got ya covered..

8/19/2010

Brooklyn -- chapter four: black as night

 When it was over. Anthony rolled off her and onto his back, breathing heavy, his t-shirt was drenched with sweat. He sat up and wiped his forehead with the bottom of his shirt before standing up to re-buckle his pants. Selena lay there, unable to speak or move. "Get up bitch. I got work to move. I aint giving you no ride home either. You wasn't even all that." He said non-nonchalantly and laughed as he sat back at the desk and continued to break down his weed. Selena had fallen in and out of consciousness during the ordeal. She had not only been stripped of her innocence but of her state of mind. She slowly opened her eyes and realized what had happened to her all over again and bust out crying.  "Get up!" Anthony yelled, turning around to kick the bed. Selena didn't move. She didn't budge. She just kept crying out for her mother and for her friends. But her voice had been so hoarse that it came out only as a raspy whisper. Anthony watched her with a look of disgust on his face. He stood up suddenly and grabbed her hair pulling and throwing her off of the bed. She hit the floor with a loud thud. "I said its time to go." Selena's eyes began to roll into the back of her head. She was having a panic attack.  "Aw shit!" Anthony yelled. He unlocked and opened the door and called out to the men downstairs, "Yo BLACK! ...BLACK!" Anthony called out in a panic, as he watched Selena on the floor, her chest heaving heavily as she tried to breathe. A few moments later a tall and slender dark skin young man came through the door. "What the fuck?" He said in dismay as he watched Selena's half naked body convulse on the ground. "Get her out of here man! This bitch is gonna fuck around and die in here!" Anthony yelled as he tried to pick her up. Black knew Anthony had been up to no good. The men downstairs had all heard Selena's cries for help, but this wasn't the first time Anthony had some rough fun. Besides, they all had their orders. Black grabbed Selena from Anthony and rushed her downstairs. "Damn, whats wrong with her?" "Pass her if he done with her!" A few men called out as Black walked past them and out the door with Selena. He walked down the block to his car and sat her upright in the passenger side, leaving the door open so the cool air could hit her. He grabbed a water bottle and splashed some water on her face. He watched her as her body began to relax and her eyes leveled out. She was out of it something serious and Black had wondered how bad did Anthony really do her. At that moment she started to choke and cough. Black grabbed her head to keep it stable. He had done CPR training in high school and before he started working for Anthony, wanted to be a paramedic one day. All of his dreams got washed away however, when he dedicated his life to the streets. "You okay, ma?" His voice was calm and low. She suddenly opened her eyes. She thought she knew that voice, and looked over at Black, only  for her eyes to be met with a complete stranger. She flinched and snatched her head away from his hands. "Don't fucking touch me!" She yelled out, still not much was heard through her hoarseness. "Yo, I'm just trying to help your ass out. You the one sitting in MY car right now, 'bout to die and shit." He said. She looked around and realized she was outside. She looked back at him before taking a long drag and spitting dead in his eyes. "What the fuck!?" He cried out, grabbing his face, "You fucking BITCH!" He yelled. But before he could react, Selena had taken the opportunity to hop out of the car and was half way down the block, running at full speed. She ran and ran until she couldn't hear him yelling and cursing anymore. She ran so far that she couldn't even remember where she had come from. When she finally reached her block her knees began to buckle and then all of sudden they just gave way. She fell in the middle of street, two apartment doors down from her own. But she didn't get up, she just laid there. Her face buried in the concrete. She didn't cry, she didn't even try to move. Instead she took a long deep breathe... Hot dogs and weed.

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