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  Copyright © 2012 NICETY

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  ISBN: 0615652670

  ISBN-13: 978-0615652672

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  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Thank you to my family, I will love you all until the end of time. You are the air that I breathe. To my friends, thanks for keeping me afloat when I thought I would sink. To my cover model, Redd Lauren, thanks for doing your thing on the photos. You rock everyday! To my fans and many followers, I love you all more and more each day. Thank you for the love and support you deliver each day!

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  DEDICATION

  I would like to dedicate this book to my family and my friends who supported me and my dream of becoming a published writer. They believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself years ago. I’m making you proud now! Also to my readers for without you there would be no me. I love you all!

  To some very special readers who have been rocking with me and supporting me from day one, I love you all. Thanks to Latosha Scruggs, Jackie Figueroa, Lesa Jones, Yung-Lit, Tiffany Haynes, Camille Lamb, Nefertaria Ayo, Fallon Willis Blaqk and Tanisha-PhatPhat.

  To my besties. You all know who you are as I will only use first names but your love and support knows no bounds. Mario, Guillermo, Ashley H., Ashley P., and Ashley P. (Yes I meant to do that), Jeanne, Yvette, Bob, Manny “You’re so silly”, Arndell, Leslie, Princess, Walt, Aisha, Will, Karen, Theresa, Candice, Tiffany, Irene, Meron, and Jermika. I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for always supporting me and making sure that I stayed focused on the task at hand. To my husband, your love is as endless as it is timeless and for that you are my rock.

  If I have forgotten anyone, know that I love you still.

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  “Never live your life in fear. Fear is the devil’s gateway into your life.”-

  Nicety

  PROLOGUE

  I mounted him like I was straddling a breadwinning horse. My young frail legs wrapped around his obese waist and slowly sat on his puny dick. It was short and stumpy just like him but I didn’t care. I was not there to enjoy his dick. I was only there to fuck him just the way he liked. Luckily for me he liked twelve-year-old girls cause it was easy as pie sliding past his henchmen. He grabbed my young supple tits opening his mouth slightly like he wanted to suck them but was too fat to sit up to put them in his mouth.

  I covered my mouth and giggled slightly at his epic failure, bouncing up and down on his ass like an all star pro. I moaned inadvertently to his bellows. His penetration was pounding into me raw, punching itself through my once virgin opening. I had a love hate relationship with his piece as I smiled leaning my head back in pain and foolish pleasure.

  “Do you like this pussy, Mr.?” I asked provocatively.

  “Shut up, you nasty little bitch. Now com’ here and let me bite that monkey.” He replied.

  I reluctantly crawled off of his dick dripping juices all the way to his mouth as I sat on it rubbing my nipples to cum. It felt greater than anything I had ever experienced before. My determination not to enjoy this feeling didn’t prepare me for the overwhelming sensation it sent through my body.

  “Lick this pussy, you fat bastard. Do you hear me?”

  “Mmhmm.”

  “Good. Now listen to this, you pedophile ass slob.” I moaned wildly as I rode his face harder and faster. My little pussy tingled so much that it only fueled me to ride harder suffocating his nose with my ass cheeks. He began tapping out unable to breath but I could care less. “You and your flunkies entered my home three years ago unwanted. I watched from the closet as you murdered my mother who was a plain and simple nurse and my father, a loan shark with a few money problems.”

  He tapped my back vigorously punching to cave it in anxiously but I felt no pain. “But all of that I could forgive if it wasn’t for the fact that my mother was three and a half months pregnant, you son of a bitch!”

  I wrapped my legs around his head then jumped off his mouth and snapped his neck turning rapidly ensuring that I heard a nice crunch. When I untangled myself from around him I looked down at his bulging face, eyes still open. I sat there in relief that I had finally sought my revenge and avenged my family’s horrid untimely death. The old geezer reeked of alcohol and primos but I sat there basking in his death never wanting to leave. Just as I began to feel right at home, his henchmen began knocking on the door rapidly. They banged so hard I could feel my heart jump with every loud thump. I quickly grabbed my clothes not even attempting to throw them on and darted out the window, stepping on branches and dirt as I crept out and into woods naked as the day I was born without a trace. I was lucky that the asshole’s house was in the middle of nowhere cause it gave me time to regroup before running into any civilians.

  Every time I think of that day my pride grows a little inside especially since that was the first time I had ever been broken open. Do I feel guilty? Hell no. Why should I? Death is just another part of life. If you want a nice story where the guy gets the girl and lives happily ever after in the suburbs with 3.5 children, a cat and dog, and two midsize sedans then you’re in the wrong place. But if you want to hear my story, I mean really hear it, then listen. Don’t just wait for your turn to speak.

  5 YEARS LATER

  The garbage tasted like fresh dirt and dog shit on a warm summer’s day after the night’s rain. Red pulled her midnight colored shoulder length hair back into a tight pony and continued digging through the garbage searching for food. Her 5’ 5” stature, made it difficult for her to reach down deep to find anything good. She had been on the streets for a long time now and knew all of the good restaurants that threw out not so bad trash. Pay dirt! She was happy to have scored a half eaten slice of pizza that was surprisingly still warm. She scarfed it down not leaving a morsel behind. She licked her fingers savoring every moment of it even the pieces that were bitten off of. People walked past pointing and staring as she sat there with a chunky mouth trying to swallow the food. It wasn’t the first time she was treated like sideshow attraction and frankly she didn’t give a shit.

  Her body was thin, having no hips but her booty was nice and round poking out as if to say hello when you saw it. Her tits were size d’s but you didn’t know it by looking at them as she often stole the wrong sized bras from the local thrift stores. Usually she snagged ones that were way to big, never having a chance to look at the tags. The mean streets of Chicago weren’t shit to play with especially if you’re a young female. It ate you up and swallowed you whole but Red, refusing to go live in a rat infested, gruel serving foster home any longer when she was twelve, learned how to survive better than most. It wasn’t very often but she would even jerk men off for fifty dollars a pop. It was quick and easy money no matter how disgusting she found it
. When a lame got fresh and thought he could take more, so did she, by stabbing him in the leg and twisting the box cutter. They didn’t know who they were dealing with.

  She walked off from the trash wrapping her arms around her body to hide her frail stature. As a short body she seemed to slip through the crowds unscathed and unnoticed. She had sought shelter many nights at a really nice mission called Olive Branch, which included Internet and telephones for free use. They were small but they had room for women and children who lived on the street and they knew Red and her story very well. Sometimes they even served great big grand feasts for the homeless when they were donated enough food. Unfortunately, today wasn’t one of those days as her stomach rumbled on. She made it back to the shelter stairs and could hear yelling eroding from the corridor.

  “That bitch stole my last $20!! I know she did. Now I’m not gonna put up with this shit no more. She steals from everybody and she’s got to go!” The social worker Sherry was more irate than she had ever been before.

  Red had never seen her so angry about losing anything. Yeah she stole the money but people usually just blew it off. They knew she was a kid and had no family so people really just felt sorry for her. It was weird to her why somebody was tripping now. She walked in the door prepared to apologize and vow never to do it again as usual. But she wasn’t going to readily admit to it just yet, only when she could conjure up enough water works to do so.

  “What’s all the yelling about?” Red said coyly.

  “You know damn well what its about. You stole my last $20 you little bitch and I needed that money for my lunches until Friday. You think you the only one struggling, huh?” Sherry said pointing closely to her face.

  Red could smell the alcohol on her breath, as did everyone else knowing that she was lying. The most anyone had ever seen her eat at her desk was whipped cream and Saltine crackers. She was only mad because she had stolen her six-pack money and in Red’s eyes she considered it doing her a favor. Sherry’s health had deteriorated tremendously over the years but it seemed she didn’t care. Her drinking had become so excessive that her skin had started to become old and withered like she was seventy years old when she was only forty. She had been in and out the hospital numerous amounts of time and had just recently got out due to her eye falling out of its socket. No doctor had an explanation as to why and was mortified by the sight but were able to push it back in and perform surgery.

  “I didn’t take your money. Now get that fucking finger out of my face before I bite it off, bitch.” Red scowled at her with the most devilish look in her eyes.

  She thought for a second about how nice and salty her finger would taste in her mouth as she drooled eagerly awaiting temptation. Sherry looked into her eyes and knew she wasn’t playing then jerked her hand back quickly. She stepped back behind the building administrator holding her hand in fear. She wouldn’t dare fuck with a hungry homeless person as she witnessed one man sitting in the back corner of an alley eating another man’s face before. It was the most gruesome scene she had ever seen but nothing compared to the awful look in his eyes when he turned and caught her looking at him. It was like something out of a M. Night Shyamalan movie and Red had the same look.

  “Get her out of here!” Sherry screamed in pure horror.

  “Red, I’m sorry but this is the last time. We’ve given you too many chances and now this is it. It’s time for you to leave.” The administrator said almost afraid to speak himself.

  The rest of the homeless pack had made their way outside building a crowd around the commotion. They had all been long waiting for the day Red got put out as well seeing as though she had stolen countless items from them too. I don’t give a fuck! She thought as she hawked them down and rolled her eyes all ghetto like.

  “Ya’ll can kiss my ass. I told you I didn’t fucking take that bitch’s money. Sleep with one eye open!” Red threatened, pointing to Sherry as she walked off pissed that now she had no place to go at night.

  All of the shelters in town were packed full by now since they have that first come first serve rule and Olive Branch was the best one anyway. The sun was setting fast and a dark street was no world for a young girl like her. She had been there and done that before nearly having to shank a fool dead in his neck just to save her twat.

  She looked around for one of her prostitute friends that would pass a few Johns her way when she asked. This time she wanted to see if she could bunk with one of them on her pimp’s couch for the night. He was usually cool with it being one of the rare nice ones on the track. But everyone seemed to be taking the night off being missing in action. The more she walked, it seemed, the more deserted the streets looked. It was the dead ass of summer on a Friday night and the streets eerily resembled a ghost town.

  Red could feel blisters forming on her feet from being on them all day looking for food. The smell of corner restaurant foods filled the air as well as the lights leading to them. She wanted so desperately to be able to walk in there and order something so tasty so mouthwatering it would make her head spin around twice. Some dudes that were arguing in front of the gas station as she walked up Western to 67th Street abruptly interrupted her thoughts of hunger.

  One of the guys, though sexy, looked oddly familiar to her but what he was holding in his hand looked even better. Red thought if she could snatch it out of his hand and break down the alley she would be set. Then she could sell it to some worthless bootleg store and be able to finally buy some grub. Her feet pounded the pavement like Godzilla, throbbing yet swiftly as she charged straight for the dude’s arm. The contents were in her grasp since the two men were still engaged in their conversation none the wiser to what was about to happen. Red ran up and snatched the contents out of the guy’s hand then broke out like Gail Devers running for the Olympic Gold. No matter how swift, she was caught in mid-stride not getting very far at all as the 5’9” muscular man grabbed her arm forcefully whipping her around to the angry expression on his face.

  “What the hell are you doing? You fucking crazy?” He said shaking her senselessly by one arm as he gazed down into her eyes realizing who she was. “Red? Red is that you?”

  Messiah recognized that pouty face from anywhere. No matter how skinny she got her chipmunk cheeks would never change. He lowered his boiling point bringing it down to a mere fizzle. Then he smiled a very charismatic smile that shone so brightly; people could’ve mistaken it for sunrise.

  “Yeah, yeah it’s me. My bad, Messiah. I didn’t know it was you. I was just thinking about snatching that shit out your hand.” Red rubbed her forehead as Messiah released his grip on her arm.

  “Girl, what the hell you stealing cell phones for? Awe, don’t tell me you buzzin’ now? You on that shit, girl?” He asked stuffing the phone down in his jeans pocket.

  “No, no. I just needed to sell it to get some money.” She said lowering her head in shame.

  Messiah came from a good family with good morals and values. His mom died giving birth to him but his dad, a successful real estate agent, sold her parents the house she used to live in. Their parents became so close that Messiah agreed to babysit Red as a part time job when he was just fifteen years old and she was eight. His dad did everything in his power to ensure Messiah and his big brother, Nicholas whom they called Danger for his love of risk-taking, stayed out of the street life and grew into responsible adults. It was a quality that made Red trust him more than anybody she ever knew especially when his dad invited her to stay with them. Her parents were obviously living some secret double lives so other relatives were unknown. But the darkness that filled Red’s heart wouldn’t allow her to remain under Messiah’s roof with his perfect life and that’s why she ran away.

  Messiah was deeply hurt when she left and now seeing her again after all this time did nothing but bring back old feelings and memories. Despite her scrawny nature she was still a very beautiful girl with cheekbones as high as the sky. Her skin was riddled in acne and the smell of garbage and week old
funk plagued her body but his infatuation looked past all of that. She liked the way his strong grip felt on her body before he released her. He wasn’t bulky but his muscles were nicely defined and sexy enough to send chills down her spine when she saw them. His Mexican features along with his well-tapered goatee made him so sexy that she was almost ashamed to be in his presence looking like shit. Even though her smell could’ve killed any animal that came near her it was mildly drowned out by his manly essence of Gucci Sport.

  “Damn baby. It’s like that? I hate to see you out here like that, Red.” He said using his index finger to lift her head back up, looking into her gleaming eyes. They sparkled in the streetlights making Messiah want to dig deeper into her heart to find out whom she really was.

  “Well, I’ve been taking care of myself for a long motherfucking time now, so don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.” Red turned cold on him really fast.

  She was never able to get too close to anyone in anyway and she wasn’t about to start now. He didn’t know shit about the person she was now. He wouldn’t understand how she had to bash chick’s heads into the ground just to steal foods they wouldn’t share with her or how she had to sit there while a John breathed heavily in her ear as she jerked him off. Messiah had a great life and she had no time for Mr. Perfect. She turned to walk off but was halted by Messiah’s hand pulling on her arm once more.