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Clara
Since I missed my ride thanks to that bastard, I had to take the bus.
As I walked into the bus, the driver gave a low whistle.
"Well good night gorgeous. Where can I take you?" he asked.
I studied his face. He seemed young, around 19 with brown eyes and smooth brown skin that would make any girl run wild. But he's too young.
Mess with his head.
I laughed and then leaned towards him. His breath hitched and I could tell he wasn't expecting that.
"Anywhere you want to handsome." I whispered.
I leaned back to look at him. His eyes were wide open in shock and so was his mouth. I winked at him and took my seat.
The bus ride was long and silent. I felt men staring at me, but I ignored them. Which was very hard, feeling eyes on my legs that I wanted to blacken so badly.
When I got off, I paid the young man and kissed him on his cheek, which got hot the minute my lips touched them. I laughed.
"Enjoy the rest of yo night suga." I whispered.
Before he could say anything, I walked towards my house, oops, let me rephrase that, my father'shouse.
I opened the door and walked inside, only to see the light being shone in my face. I opened my eyes to see my parents staring at me angrily. I sucked my teeth and watched as my stepmother (Pam) lunged at me but my father held her back.
"Clarisse Angela Thronen, where the hell have you been?!" yelled my father.
I walked towards them,knocking the flashlight out of her hand.
"First of all, it's Clara and second of all, I was at work." I said, slowly trying to calm myself down.
"Doing what? Sucking d**k?" asked Pam.
"No Pam, that was your job remember?"
"Clarisse! Watch the way you speak to her! She's your mother!" yelled my father in his harsh demanding tone.
I looked around. "Which mother? What mother? I don't see my mother. Oh wait, cause she left this world while you married her f*****g sister!" I spat back angrily.
"Watch your language!"
I scoff and roll my eyes " And why should I? I am a grown woman. I'll say and do as I please!"
"Well if you're a grown woman, get your own house!" yelled Pam.
"Dad, could you tell your ho to shut up?" I asked.
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