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calling about a late-night drug run, or possibly that bitch Shirley who was eager to get some dick in her tonight. I surely hoped that was the case, because I’d had my taste of something good tonight, and I was in no mood for Ray.
    I closed the closet and was on my way out the door to go take a shower. That’s when I felt something solid as a rock slam into the side of my face. Immediately, all I saw was darkness with flashes of white lights. My skull felt like it had been crushed and all I could feel was throbbing in my head. Tears seeped from the corner of my eyes and I hit the floor so hard that I was sure I had broken something. My eyes fluttered, and all I could see was a blurred vision of Ray standing over me, pointing his finger at me.
    â€œYou ain’t nothin’ but a goddamn slut,” he yelled. “I know for a fact what that nigga Miles told me wasn’t true, but he ain’t the kind of nigga who would lie to me.” Ray squatted to my level and looked me in the eyes. “Did you give that fool my pussy tonight? Even after I told you that that shit belonged to me, tell me you didn’t go there, did you? In addition to that, is it true that you want yo’ freedom and that you wished me dead? Did you give that nigga some pussy to kill me?”
    The whole left side of my face was numb. When I tried to open my mouth, it hurt so badly. I couldn’t believe this shit, and as I sat on the floor thinking about it, all I could think about was my new rule: trust no nigga! All of them muthafuckas had an agenda. I should’ve known better than to think Miles would help me. I suspected that the only thing I’d get out of it was a good fuck, and the fact that I was back to my original plan with Honey didn’t make me feel good.
    I held the side of my face and was unable to feel my hand. I thought Ray had hit me with something, but the only thing he’d hit me with was his fist. I still hadn’t said one word. That angered him even more.
    â€œI need some answers, damn it! Speak the fuck up and let me hear what you got to say about this shit! Yo’ ass is out of control, and what’s up with that nigga giving you some money?”
    For now, I remained silent. Just glared at him with hatred trapped in my eyes, and that angered him even more. He continued to rant.
    â€œYou don’t have to say shit because I already know what’s up. And what I need to do is throw you out on yo’ ass tonight. You don’t deserve to be here, and no bitch should be allowed to get away with what you’ve done to me.”
    Ray was so good at threatening me, but this time, I knew he was serious. Still, I didn’t respond. I allowed him to get whatever he wanted to off his chest, and I remained crouched down on the floor, trying to soothe my pain.
    â€œIf I die,” he said, spraying my face with his spit, “bitch, what you gon’ do? You know damn well that you ain’t shit without me. I can’t believe that this is the kind of appreciation I get from you!”
    He lifted his foot and punted my midsection. I curled up in a knot and did my best to shield my face and the rest of my body from his brutal attack.
    â€œI will never touch yo’ nasty ass again,” he yelled. “Never again, but if you think I’m gon’ allow you to be free, you’d better think again. Yo’ ass stayin’ right here with me. You gon’ continue to make me all the money I need, and if or when I get tired of you, I will let you know.”
    Ray stood and unzipped his pants. He pulled out his stubby dick and shook it with his hand. I thought he was going to order me to give him a blowjob, but instead, he dropped his head back in relief and started pissing. His piss flowed all over me, especially on top of my head. My hair fell flat and his liquids ran down my face. The smell of his urine was awful, and as some of it flowed into my eyes, it