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Breeze kicked and screamed as the man used his weight to hold her down.
“Stop! Get off of me!” she cried as she tried to push him off of her.
“Stop fuckin’ fightin’ it!”
He placed his hand over Breeze’s mouth to quiet her. He used his free hand to place his erect penis at the base of her tight opening.
“Mmmmmmm.” She tried to scream but couldn’t.
Breeze thrashed her head from side to side until Rob’s hand was no longer covering her mouth. He went to place his hand over her mouth again and she bit him.
“You lil’ bitch!”
He slapped her with the back of his hand and she cried out. Breeze continued to kick and scream as Rob tried to enter her.
“Stop it! Get off of me.”
She balled up her fist and hit him in the face. Her small twelve year old fist didn’t faze the two-hundred pound, thirty year old man one bit.
He grabbed her wrists and forced her hands above her head. He placed her hands together, using only one of his hands to hold them in place.
He had his penis at her opening again and was trying to force his way into her when she turned her head and bit down on his forearm.
“Ahhh.”
Breeze jumped off of the couch and ran towards the stairs as Rob surveyed the damage to his arm. He grabbed Breeze’s arm and threw her back onto the couch.
“You stupid lil’ slut!”
“What the hell is goin’ on?” Lauren asked as she walked into the front door. This was the last thing she’d expected to come home to. The pillows on the couch were in disarray. The lamp that was once on an end table was shattered on the floor.
“He tried to rape me,” Breeze cried as she looked over at her mother.
“What?”
Lauren sat the car seat that she was carrying down on the floor.
“The bitch is lyin’,” Rob yelled. “I told her to do her damned homework and she swung on me so I beat her ass.”
“Ma, he tried to rape me. Look at my clothes.”
Lauren looked from her daughter to the father of her youngest child. Breeze’s shirt was ripped. Rob’s face was scratched up. Rob was a good man. He took care of Lauren and Breeze, even though she wasn’t his daughter.
Breeze was a preteen and she was very rebellious. She was always talking back. She was the reason her own father had left Lauren. As soon as he’d found out that Lauren was expecting a baby he’d left her.
“Breeze, go to your room,” Lauren said as she sat down on the loveseat.
“What? Why?”
“I said go to your room!”
Breeze couldn’t believe that her mother was mad at her. What had she done wrong?
“Baby, I know she’s lyin’,” Lauren told Rob.
“I hate that lil’ bitch,” he replied as he looked at his arm. Breeze had bitten him bad.
“She’s young and—”
“And she ain’t my fuckin’ child and I’m tired of dealin’ wit’ her ass.”
“I’ll talk to her. I’ll—”
“Fuck it. I’m leavin’. I can’t have her runnin’ around tellin’ people I tried to rape her!”
“She won’t. I’ll shut her up,” Lauren promised.
Rob left that night and it seemed that Lauren’s love for her oldest daughter left with him.