Short Stories

                  Shakira laid in her room naked due to the heat of the summer with a book in her hand, the window wide open, the fan which stood still in the room was doing nothing to cool her down. The book she read was a romance but there was something about it that appealed to her emotions. Her mood had gone sour but she couldn’t stop reading the book. It was as if the author knew everything about her life and just scribbled everything down in the correct sequence. She was a twenty-eight year old woman but she was in a fairly good job. She works at a company that transports eggs and baby chickens to supply the country’s economic status. She was one of the supervisor but today was her day off, a Saturday which means it was the only time she had for herself.                   She had finished her laundry from early in the morning and cleaned the house right after, it wasn’t much but it suited her, a one room with a bathroom, kitchen and living room. She had saved enough money to pay off her mortgage and only had her car insurance left. She somehow had gotten irritated with one specific character in the novel and closed the book and placed it on the nightstand. Staring into space her mind drift to when she was a little girl, she had a happy home, growing up on a farm was magnificent, having food supply to choose from on a daily basis was remarkable, but there was something that had to go wrong, terribly wrong, something and someone that she couldn’t forget. And reading this book just brought back the memory of when she was just five, she and her brother shared the same room with two beds, her parents weren’t the type to tuck their children in or any of that fairy tale stuff. They were farmers, her brother was four years older than her which meant he was more experienced and had a lot of opportunities. Unlike her he was always unprepared. When he graduated high school their mother wanted him to study big so he could travel someday but that’s not what he wanted, he didn’t get his subjects so he had to go somewhere else. But she didn’t really care about that, what she cared about was herself, her emotions, her feelings that resurface from time to time. There were times when they were the only ones home, she would do the cooking and he would do the manly works. She wasn’t sure how everything began but all she knew is that one afternoon he brought her into the couch and took her clothes off and he was between her legs, he didn’t r**e her but he molested her. Grinding his c**k against her with the aid of the one and only Vaseline.  She don’t even remember how she reacted, but she knew she cried, he was her brother but he was filthy and disgusting, it didn’t even happen once, not even twice, more than once.                   She never knew the effect it had on him but she threatened to tell her mother about it one day but he begged her not to, she was so stupid and naïve that she listened. It was her feelings that were being crushed, it was her emotions that were being ruined, it was her life that was falling apart but she listened because she didn’t want the problem, at that time she was about eleven. There was a time when he brought her to his bedroom and was on top of her grinding his nasty wretched self against her virgin body, she had no idea what happened but all she knew was that she felt a pain and blood came, she pushed him off her and rushed to the bathroom. She sat on top of the towel and use the tissue to clean her v****a. There were spots of blood and she thought it was her period, she thought that perhaps she would get pregnant. But that was the day all of it ceased, as she got older she spoke to her brother as if everything was perfectly normal but deep down she was f*****g crushed.                   She tried having a boyfriend but she realized that she never really had any feelings for him. She tried just talking to guys for fun but she realized that she was just using them the way her brother had used her. She was so young that the memories were fading her mind but her body knew what happened. Since her childhood was crushed, her teenage years were crushed her life was practically f*****g crushed as well. She never trusted anyone and never will, because she is still afraid that something bad will happen and that he will somehow go to prison and then she would have to go to some professional to talk about her feelings and she wasn’t that type, she wasn’t the type to tell people what was bothering her, she just wasn’t the type. She even had guys who she called her friends but they only saw her for what she had to offer, she had somehow turned into this crazy b***h that doesn’t gives a f**k about anyone’s emotions and just f**k around and don’t care. No one knows her or what happened. To be honest she doesn’t even know herself, she has meaningless s*x with guys, some that makes her feel pleasured while others just f**k her for their own pleasure. The novel was everything like her life story, but the only difference was that the guy had beaten her, threatened her and torture her because he was a police officer. Shakira wanted to get away from herself and her own thoughts but it wasn’t possible. She was already f****d up in many ways. So she decided to remain single, to just be away from guys and girls that are tempted to get into her pants just for what she has to offer. She wasn’t one to drink a lot, party or even smoke but lately she started to. Not as bad as an addict, but she has smoked a few times. The thing is that her parents never knew what their only girl child went through under their own roof. They had no idea of why she was the way she was. She tried to forgive and forget but the words she wish she could hear from her molester never came. She wished she could die and haunt him in his sleep but she couldn’t. She was damaged goods and she will always be that way, maybe not to other but she knew she was. A knock sounded on her door and she scrambled around her room for a big T-shirt from one of her hook-ups and throw it over her head. It was twice the size of her but she didn’t care she loved the space. She wasn’t in the mood to cook so she just ordered a pizza hopefully it was them who was at her door. She opened the door to see a tall chocolate skin guy in front of her with the pizza in his hand. He had broad shoulders, sharp cheek bones and a firm chest. She didn’t pay much attention to lips since she wasn’t the kissing type. And she was so f****d up in the head that every time she thought about what happened in the past she would just turn to s*x to get it out of her mind. After the body scan she directed her gaze back to his face, he was already staring at her with greedy eyes.                   He cleared his throat but his voice was still hoarse. She always had that effect on men. And it was worse since she wasn’t wearing any underwear, her p***y wasn’t visible but her dark chocolate legs were. Her n*****s were also printed through the shirt and she smiled when his eyes lingered there. Taking the pizza from his hands she turn on her heels and went for the money. Knowing her round ass would dancing at each step she took she bit her bottom lip. When she returned to the door he was standing still and looking out at his delivery bike. “Are you in a hurry?” She asked sinking her teeth into her lips. He shook his head as she drag him inside. “Look this is not me raping you, this is just a hook up.” She explained as she push him to the couch. Her natural hair was afro and all over the place but she didn’t really give a flying f**k. Pulling out a draw that held her condoms, she removed one of the small package and tore the wrapper. She pushed him on the nearest chair and sat onto his lap, unbuckling his jeans and eagerly removing his c**k that was making a huge bulge, she rolled  the condom on. Dropping her T-shirt to the floor to reveal her naked breast she ran her fingers along his body of art. Positioning his member at her entrance she moaned as she sank her wetness over him, he groaned as she bounced onto his thickness and hot air escaped both their mouths. He grab a hold of her waist and forced her to stand and bend over. Her screams were very clear now but she loved it, she loved the way he was f*****g her. Even if her neighbors heard she didn't care it wasn't like it would be the first they questioned her s*x life. Pushing himself back inside, she moaned and pushed back against him holding her shoulder for support he roughly manhandled her. “AH spank me.” She yelled at him and he did as he was told. Slapping her ass with his firm hands as he plunged into her tunnel of desire. “Grab my hair.” She yelled again. She was so close, so close to exploding. Using his hand to grip her waist to easily push himself inside he groaned as his speed increased meaning he was close too. Her legs gave out and her body shot squirt all over his c**k and the leather couch. He continued to thrust when he too exploded and dropped on his side, she breaths heavily trying to get it back to normal as he looked around her place. “Okay that was f*****g great, you can go now.” She says and hands him the money for the pizza. “Wait just like that?” He questioned dumbfounded. “I already told you this is a hook up now bye.” She says grabbing her T-shirt and throwing it back onto her sweating body. He gathered his clothes and stuff the money in his jeans before he walked out without giving her a second look. She grabbing a towel from the kitchen to clean the chair before she sat and ate her pizza. This was practically her life and she f*****g enjoyed it, she was damaged that was for sure but she was going to make the best of it.