STOP! In The Fangs of Love

Nails Dressed In Bandaids

Simone’s POV

The next day, I pulled up to the nail shop and got my nails did. I ain’t have much a choice cause I f****d up the last set when I was whippin they asses. I had to put my phone on DND cause both of them bitches kept blowin me up.

Fuck them! Ain’t no way in hell I’m forgivin s**t! It’s gone be forever on sight at this point. So while I’m in the chair sipping my whine, (yeah, yeah, I know I’m under age, but these bitches don’t give a f**k about that,) an getting my feet did by this fine ass Asian man, why did this b***h Stacy walk over to where I was at an sat down in the chair next to me.

“Hey, boo!” She said with a fake smile on her face.

In the past, I didn’t f**k with her cause she was fuckin around with Semaj BD an I’m a loyal b***h so anyone beefin with my b***h is beefin with me. It was always this passive, nice nasty communication, but today, after what happened to me, I decided that I wasn’t even bout to be on the same type of time.

“Hey, gurl! How you been?” I responded with a smile.

I was buzzin too so that helped a bit. She looked at me accusingly but engaged in conversation with me anyway.

“Oh, you know, on my money shit.”

“Das wassup! I love that for you.” I said, takin another sip of my whine.

It was quiet for a minute before she started up conversation again askin me what I was finna get done. After a few more glasses of whine, me an this b***h was in there laughin and talking s**t about Semaj an her BD.

She actually was cool asf so I decided to get her number n make plans to link up some time. After I left the nail shop, I headed out to grab somethin to eat real quick before I made my way back to my mama house. I was livin with her but I was finally about to move out in the next few weeks.

I just needed to wait a lil longer for this apartment to be available and then I’m out this b***h. Ain’t no body I knew my age was able to say they had they own s**t. But here I was, 19 an about to finally move out my mama house. I for damn sure wasn’t bout to move back here neither.

I was about to pull into the driveway until I seen it wasn’t no space to park.

Shit!

That mean Reggie got his friends over. I rolled my eyes. This mothafucka did everything but work! I just cain’t see how she could just let this bum live with her like this.

I ended up havin to park on the street. I was buzzin and already tired so you know I was irritated when I walked through the door an all I smelt was weed and trap music was blastin.

“AAAAYYEEE! Moni, you back.” My mama yelled out.

Man, here she go. This b***h is already strung out on whatever drug Reggie got her on. My mama used to look real good, in shape, an healthy, but after Reggie, she just went to waste. I lowkey feel bad for movin out, but I cain’t keep livin like this.

After my baby bro got shot, I told myself I was gone get out the ghetto somehow. I love my mama to death, but I cain’t stick around an keep watchin her go downhill like this.

She stumbled into me and wrapped her arms around me. I hugged her back but I mainly did it to support her. The last thing I needed was for her to fall an f**k up her knee again.

“Hang out with us for a min, baby girl.” She said, her breath was hot asf and smelt like stale beer.

“Yeah,” Reggie chimed in, walkin over to us an came up on the side of me.

Not givin a s**t that my mama was right there, he grabbed a hand full of my ass and guided me towards his friends. My mom let go of me and turned, dancin to the music completely oblivious.

His fat ass friend, Bobby, was lookin at me like I was full corse meal. I just knew this was gone be a long night.

“Here, drink some’n.” Reggie said, shovin a cup in my face.

“I’m tired. I don’t really feel like it, Reggie.” I refused.

His face turned sour at my words a the next second, his hand raised, knocking the lights out of me.

“Ow.” I breathed.

My face was on fire an my ear was ringin. This mothafucka just slapped the s**t out of me! I tried to blink back my vision, while he grabbed hold of my face and forced my mouth open. He started porin the alcohol down my throat.

“That’s right, swallow that shit.” I heard him say along with his friend’s laughter.

I did what he said, not wanting to get hit again. By the way he was actin, I just knew he was gone be tryna f**k tonight. I hated this s**t!

After a few more drinks, I was so f****d up, I could barely stand up straight. I was seein doubles an I think my mom an Reggie disappeared a while ago. All I know is I was relieved he chose to f**k her tonight an not me.

“You ain’t lookin good, pretty lady. Let’s get you to bed.” I heard Bobby say, before multiple hands held onto me.

“Get yo fat ass on somewhere!” I protested, tryna swat his hands away but everything was goin in and out.

One minute I was in the livin room, the next, I was in the bed. I could feel hands all over me, pulling at my clothes. Next, their violent assault. It was all reggie friends. Their faces were blurry but the touch of them on my exposed skin felt like razor blades. Eventually I lost all consciousness an I was grateful for it.

The next day I got up, my body was sore and covered in bruises. My nails was f****d up again.

Shit!

I must of fought back.

Damn!

I just got these done! And my nail ached where my real nail came up. I reached over and pulled a bandaid from my night stand and wrapped my nail in it. This was gone have to do till I can get em done again.

I moved slowly out the room an into the bathroom an locked the door. On the way to shower, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror an tears just started fallin. This could not be my life right now.

I was so f*****g tired of this s**t! So tired of these sick f***s thinkin I was they s*x doll! An I was fuckin tired of my mama! None of this s**t would be happenin if she just got her s**t together! I washed aggressively, trying to scrub away last night.

It was always like this. It didn’t matter how much I scrubbed. I couldn’t wash away the hands. I curled up in the shower and cried some more until I couldn’t cry no more.

After my shower I quickly got dressed and headed for the door before my mama or Reggie got up. I got in the car and drove off to work. Before I went in, I fixed my face in the rear view mirror. If I went in lookin a mess, I wouldn’t get tips.

I was a server, so my appearance played a big part in that. I mean, I look good without the makeup too, but I started out wearing makeup and I got regulars who like to see me all done up. I took a few seconds to get myself in the mindset to deal with people an made my way in. It was a Saturday, so it was gone be a busy day.