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you a lil’ break; you already got a lot to handle in your arms right there.”
    Jamika wanted to shout out, “No please, don’t make me go.” But, then she knew Marjorie would ask why, and after all that had transpired that night, now was definitely not the time. It was already 4:45 a.m., and Marjorie was exhausted, so she agreed.
    Jamika was close to tears as she rode the short ride to Millie’s house from the hospital. Mille had already begun scolding her. “Listen ‘ere girl, don’t you eva put yo’ fuckin’ hands on yo’ daddy! Did you see what you did to him? Whateva goes on between yo’ momma and him, is between them. Stay yo’ little grown ass out of it! Who the hell you thank you is, hitting a grown man in the head wit’ somethin’? You eva let me hear some shit like this again and I’m fuck you up myself. You hear me?”
    Jamika’s had a slight concussion and her head still hurt immensely. She was too exhausted to let even Millie further upset her. There were only about two hours left until daylight. The rat-infested house did not scare her tonight. Her headache was back, as the pain medication she was given at the hospital had worn off. She looked at her grandma and yawned, “Yes, ma’am.” She closed her eyes and was asleep before the words had completely left her lips.
    She felt jerking at her legs and opened her eyes. Jamika could see someone hovered over her. It took her a moment to recall where she was and why. Hubert clasped his hand tightly over her mouth and whispered, “You take this dick and shut up; I’ll still kill your ass. You almost killed my brother, you little bitch. Yeah, you going to take this dick tonight.”
    He pushed himself inside of her, and the pain was intense. Jamika did not cry. She just took it. Her insides burned and felt like they were tearing. She just closed her eyes and hoped for a day when this would all go away.

Chapter Six
     
    Jamika walked down the slightly crowded hallway of Lauderhill Middle School. This was Jamika’s last year of middle school. Her sixth grade year had brought out her talents. Jamika was a member of chorus, drama and modeling, and she loved to dance. Her talents had made her quite popular.
    Today, as she walked down the hall, she was engrossed in her thoughts. She had spent the weekend at Millie’s. She liked going over there now. Millie was getting older and didn’t bother her as much. Hubert hadn’t touched her in over a year; he had moved in an apartment house with his girlfriend. Also, Jamika’s boyfriend, Marquis, lived down the street, and she could spend time with him on the weekends.
    Marquis was a junior at Dillard High School. He played on the varsity basketball team. Jamika was still very dark-skinned, and her features were beautiful. Her lips were full and her hazel eyes twinkled from the slightest amount of light. She was more developed than the average thirteen-year-old girl was. She had big breasts, and was what guys liked to refer to as “thick”. She had a walk that looked like smooth silk blowing in the wind.
    High school guys and adult men often tried to hit on her. She didn’t understand why most of the attractive middle school boys, seemed to be attracted to the light-skinned skinny types. However, she liked Marquis a lot. She loved being with him and the excitement of going to high school basketball games to cheer him on. But, she would have loved to have a boyfriend at her own school. She wanted someone to walk her to class and eat lunch with her.
    She was deep in her thoughts when Mark called out from behind her, “Meek, wait up!” She turned around to see Mark pushing through the crowded hallway to catch up to her. Jamika had a huge crush on Mark Rosier. Mark was light-skinned, with chestnut eyes that reminded Jamika of almonds. His head was topped with short, wavy hair. He always dressed nice and was quite the comedian. They had started hanging out together after their best friends; Colita and