Don't Let Me Go ~ N.H.

The next day was my first day of school. It was a run-down building, and there were black kids EVERYWHERE. It was then that I knew I was never gonna fit in here.

I cautiously got out of my car and walked towards the building. Just as I reached the door, I heard someone shout, “Yo, white bitch!”

I turned around and saw a gang of black guys. It was their leader who had shouted at me. “Is those real?” he asked, pointing at my boobs.

“Perv!” I screamed, slapping his face and running inside.

I was at my locker when a girl got my attention. She was my age with bone-straight black hair.

“Hey, are you new here?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’m Carlie,” I said.

“I’m Kamillah, but everyone calls me Kami. Nice to meet you.”

“You too.”

“I saw what happened outside. Those guys are pervs; don’t listen to them.”

“Okay, thanks.”

“So, where are you from?”

“Mullingar, Ireland. Well, I was from Lindale, Georgia, but then I moved to Ireland because of my dad’s job.”

“What brings you to Brooklyn?”

“My dad dumped my mom for sleeping around on him. My mom took me to live with her boyfriend. His name’s Andre.”

Kami gasped. “You don’t mean Andre Fenton, do you?”

“What’s wrong with him?”

“He’s a convicted rapist! He hooks up with mothers of teenage girls just so he can get into the girl’s pants.”

“Oh, my God!”

“Yep. He’s wanted in New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Maryland, and West Virginia.”

~~~~~

All day, the things Kami said about Andre haunted my brain. What if my mom’s dating a convicted rapist? What if I’m his next victim? And even worse, what if I get pregnant and Niall bails out?

When I got home, I found Andre passed out on the living room couch. I tried my best to avoid him, sneaking up to my room. I immediately called Niall to tell him about Andre. He answered on the second ring.

“Niall, I think my mom’s dating a convicted rapist.”

Niall laughed. “What makes you think that, love?”

“I made a new friend today, and she told me he was a rapist. Apparently, he hooks up with moms of teenage girls just to get into the girl’s pants.”

“Talk to your mum about it, and definitely DON’T let this Andre bloke rape you.”

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Without letting me say anything, Andre came in. “Who are you talking to?” he asked.

“My boyfriend,” I said.

“He won’t be for long.” He snatched the phone from me and put it to his ear. “Hi, Carlie’s boyfriend. She’s with me now. Bye!” He ended the call and threw the phone out the window. Then, he tore my clothes off and fondled my boobs.

“ANDRE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” I screamed.

“I’m turning you on, sweetheart,” he said.

“You can never turn me on! Only my boyfriend can do that!”

“Well, he ain’t here, is he? Is this your first time?”

“MOM, HELP!”

“Your mama ain’t here, either. It’s just you and me, girlie.” Andre knocked my head against the headboard, knocking me out.

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