Prologue
“Come on baby, come to the party wit’ me.” Rays says. His deep voice slides over me, makin’ me feel all warm. “The party will be fun! You don’t wanna’ sit at home doin’ homework all night.” That was the poor excuse I was feeding him so I don’t have to go to the party.
“Okay,” I sighed, “what time is the party?” I asked.
“party starts at 8pm but ima’’’ pick you up at 8:30pm so we get there at nine.”
“Well bye,” I say. “I got to get ready.” I hung up before he says anything about my “attitude.”
Chapter 1
As Ray’s woman, I have to be on my game. Ray is senior star quarterback of Granted high football team, the undefeated team that is. Ray is a chocolate brown, 5”9, abs hard as steel, skin smooth as a baby’s bottom. Oh his eyes, his eyes, they’re a dark green and as it gets closer to the pupil it gets to a lighter green. Oh it’s so beautiful, oh and not to mention he’s intelligent. I can’t be havin’ no dumb boyfriend, you hear what I’m sayin.
The party is a costume party, so im going as the beautiful Egyptian Queen Cleopatra. I had found a white dress that looks like a toga, it slides over one shoulder curves and covers my breast but still showing a lil’ bit of cleavage. As it goes lower it tightens at my torso complimenting my narrow waist and slightly large hips. It flows outward to the ground and there’s a slight slit on the right side of my leg, starting just were my butt ends. I put on a little bit of make up, throw on some gold bangles, as I do the last finishing touches on my outfit I hear ray ringing the doorbell. I grab my jacket and im out.
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We get to the party, and the party is a’ight but I wouldn’t be bragging about how hot this party was to my homies though.
Ray whispers in my ear, “Hey let’s go upstairs.”
I knew this was gonna’ happen sooner or later. As we make our way to the stairs we say hi to a few friends then rush upstairs on our rush we trip over two lovers suckin’ each others face off. We get to a room, nothing special just a simple plain room that I was going to lose my virginity in. As I was lookin’ around ray comes behind me kisses my neck and say, “Just relax.” As my dress whirls on each side of us as we fall in to the bed.
Chapter 2
“Why you cryin’ baby?” Ray asks worryingly. We were sitting on rays bed watching’ Kat Williams The Pimp Chronicles, 2 months later.
“B-because im havin’ a baby! At eighteen” I hiccupped sobbed. In the background I hear the audience laughing on the TV. How could they be laughing and having a great time when im here feeling like a big black hole has come and sucked me into its never ending void of darkness.
“You got to be kidding me; I don’t need this right now.” Ray exclaims.
“Excuse me you don’t need this right now! What about me? You don’t have to go through nine months of havin baby in your stomach. Then coming out your vagaina
Kickin and screaming or havin to wake up 2 or 3 o’clock in the Morin to feed the baby. Ray you better be at every doctor appointment, every birthday, every graduation, every game. And if you aint there you best believe ima check you, and you especially better not doin some other trick while im here lookin’ like a fat swollen hippo!” I get the last of my anger out with those parting words and start into a fit of broken sobs.
“You don’t have to worry baby, ima stick wit my two babies on the real,” Ray replies confidently.
“What eva’,”
Epilogue
“Don’t you live the good life,” My assistant chef Paul says, who pronounces it
(Pa-ooo-la).
“Not really, I still think about that baby I gave up to abortion with my high school sweetheart.”
“Hon’ stop worrying about the past you graduate at 20 yrs old and 2 yrs ahead of your class. Now 23 yrs old happily married to most eligible bachelor John L. Washington. Own a 5 bed room 6 bathroom house and 3 cars. You could alwa-”
“Mommy,” Janiah tugs my sleeve. “You know im five now right mommy?”
“Yes I do hon,” I reply
“Where are we going mommy?” Janiah asks.
“I’m dropping you off at daddy’s house so I can go to school,” I reply.
“Yahh! Mommy I can’t wait to see daddy!’
“Oh really?” I whisper looking in awe, at my lil girl, she looks just like me when I was eighteen, her eyes hazel with flakes of gold and green. A long curly lock strays from one of her high ponytail. A milk chocolate complexion with a light spray of freckles over her nose and cheeks. I look at the center of my world and think how could I ever give her up.