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all." Trish just laughed it off, although I could tell that she was angered by his words. "And she ain't cuttin' you up, I am."
    "I don't think it's cool for you to be in my daughter's room unsupervised. So bye."
    "She ain't your daughter."
    "I'm her step-mother, and I don't allow boys in her room. That includes you."
    "Girl, shut up with that shit," he said and ignored her.
    "Black Bari, are you gon' tell him to leave?" She asked. I sat there, staring at her, afraid to speak. "Well Blackie?" I looked at him. "Talk, Black Ass. Oh, you happy 'cause you finally got somebody paying you some attention? Now you want to show out, huh?" I shook my head. "Then tell him to get out."
    "You have to go, uh ...uh…" I had never even asked his name.
    "Darshon, but my friends call me Darkie."
    He smiled. He was dark, as dark as me, if not darker. His skin was smooth as silk, his eyes were a lighter shade of brown and he was about six feet tall. His hair was not shaved completely, but cut very close to his scalp. He was dressed in baggy black jeans and a jersey that hockey players wear.
    "Snap out of it, Black Ass!" My head jerked up guiltily. "Didn't I ever teach you how rude it is to stare at people? What were you thinking about anyway?"
    "Nothing, Trish," I responded weakly.
    “It didn't look like you were thinking about nothing. It looked like you were imagining Darkie fuckin’ you. That's what it looked like to me." I looked at her in disgust. "So, you finally ready to give that pussy up, huh? She's a virgin, Darkie. Never been fucked in her life. But then, I'm not too sure about that either. Her and her daddy were a little too close for comfort if you ask me. Probably one of those incest thangs, you know?"
    I leaped from the bed, almost knocking the boy to the floor. I dived at Trish, knocking her to the ground. I landed on top of her, landing blows to her face, head and anywhere else I could. She covered her head with her arms and balled up into a fetal position. I couldn't stop. I saw my mother's face flash before me and heard all her insults from the time I could understand what words were. I saw my father and Macy, twisted up in a heap of smoking metal, dying and leaving me alone with this bitch. I didn't hear the door open, didn't see the people standing around with their mouths hanging open. I didn't feel anything except a pair of strong arms lifting me off Trish. I kept swinging.
    "Ay, Bari! Calm down! Come on, it's over."
    I shook free of the grasp and ran from the room, through the living room, and out the front door. Tears blinded my vision as I ran like I had never run in my life. I didn't care about the stares and comments from people. I kept running. When I finally stopped to catch my breath, I was in front of my school. I sat down on the steps and cried.
    Is this what I had to look forward to for the next two years? I wouldn't do it. I felt cold and wet. I looked down at my nightgown and gasped. It was covered in blood. Great. All I needed now was to run into some police. How would a black girl, running top speed and covered in blood ever explain that she was the victim? I didn't have anywhere to go. No one to call. No money. Then I remembered the number I had. I reached into my bra and pulled out the number that Darshon had given me. I had to get to a phone. I looked both ways before leaving the front steps of the school. There was a mini-mart on the corner. There was sure to be phones there, but I had no money. I made my way to the phone booth and closed the glass door. Then I called the only phone number that I knew by heart.
    "Hello?"
    "Big Mama!" I cried.
    "Baby, what's wrong?" I told her what had happened. "I knew we shouldn't have left you with that irresponsible bitch! Paw-Paw and I will be there as soon as we can get a flight."
    What was I doing? How could I be rescued by someone way in another state?
    "Big Mama never mind. Trish is here. It was just a misunderstanding. I'm okay now."
    "We're coming . .