Macey

I drove to Kay's house with dried up tears on my face.

I was still shaking, but not as bad as earlier.

Now about this damn car...

"Fuck it," I whispered. I was now down Kay's street, the man from earlier wasn't home. He didn't see me, so he doesn't know who took it.

If he don't know, why not just put it back the way it was?

At this point I don't give a damn if it's smart or not. Im just tryna get back to Maverick.

I parked the car where I found it earlier. His ass better be thankful and make smarter decisions, or niggas like me got more chances of having new whips.

"What am I saying?" I shrugged. I got out the car looking both ways and limped across the street. I knocked on the door and it swung open with a pissed off Kay standing on the other side.

"Macey where the fuck have you been?" She practically yelled. I didn't know if she actually cared or not, but I didn't feel like she did.

"Why do you care?" I eyed her and walked in the house bumping her shoulder.

Before I could turn, she grabbed my wrist.... right where the fucking cuffs dug into my skin.

"Bitch!" I winced in pain retracting my arm back and immediately grabbing where it hurted. I bit my lip and inhaled a big breath and exhaled slowly.

"What Happened to you Macey?" She asking taking a step towards me causing me to take a step back.

"Just don't, ok?" I said softly. I walked to the guest room and Kay trailed behind me like a puppy dog. I could honestly say it was annoying, but I would be worried too if shit like that happened.

I opened the door and Maverick jumped off the bed, almost breaking his fucking ankles, and ran towards me.

"Maceeeeeeeey!" He wrapped his arms around my torso, I silenty whimpered because where he squeezed me hurted. I played it off by hugging him back and kissing his temple.

"Why you leave sissy?" He asked.

I looked into his eyes and thought about what happened earlier.

I sighed and smiled weakly, "Sissy was out handling some business." I said pushing his hair back with my fingers.

He turned his head slightly and seen the red marks around my wrist, I never did once realize Kay was standing behind me.

I can feel her eyes burning a whole through my head. I know she's beyond pissed right now, but it's not the time nor place to display it.

"What happen Macey?" He slowly traced his finger down the cuff marks with dried up blood. He stopped and examined his finger, I'm guessing to see if It was real or not.

Sadly it is, but he doesn't know that, "Don't worry buddy I'm ok, I just had a little accident." I assured him with a smile. He smiled back.

"Why don't you take a bath, then come with me, so we can go home." I said.

"Why?" He pouted. I hated when he did that, but I can understand why he's doing it now. I don't want to go home, but my mother is crazy and because I'm at my girl, technically ex's house, she'll be quick to call the police and say Kay was keeping me here, and Kay would be charged with harboring a runaway, though I didn't run away...

Although my mother shouldn't be contacting the police because of her drug addiction,

Keyword, drug.

She still doesn't give a damn. If she can make my life hell she, would.

"Because we're going to go get the rest of your stuff, so you can stay here foreeeever buddy," Kay said cutting me off before a word left my mouth.

"So come on I'll go start your bath water," They both happily skipped into the restroom.

I sighed and walked into the living room.

I plopped right on the couch and looked up at the ceiling. I swallowed and inhaled a deep breath.

I have to tell her...

"Tell me what?" I almost shit my pants when I heard Kay. I didn't think I would say that it out loud.

"Tell me what Macey?" She asked more sternly. I was afraid to tell her, but she's the only other person that can actually protect us, besides myself.

Us, of course, being me, and Maverick, as well as herself.

I sighed and rubbed my eyes. Right now I don't need tears to invade them...

"I can't tell you," I murmured looking down. She mumbled something under her breath but it wasn't loud for me to hear.

It's hard telling someone that you've been raped. I didn't want her to worry about me or anything. It was my fault anyways. Tomorrow I just have to get up earlier.

She came towards me and sat next to me making me sink even deeper into the couch.

Couch? Why don't you come alive and just swallow me?

Kay pulled me into a hug. My face buried deep into her chest which was calmy rising and falling. Her fingers are soft to the touch of my hair as she ran them through. I want to pour my heart out.

"Let it out baby," She whispered as she rubbed my back. That's exactly what I did. It took me nothing but 5 seconds to just break down.

I sobbed and sobbed as she rocked me back and forth stroking my hair and rubbing my back. A few kisses on the temple did me justice by calming me down, but it wouldn't last long.

"Baby tell me what happened?" She said as if she knew something bad happened this morning while I was out which something did, but still.

"I..." I sobbed, "I-I was... was raped." I sobbed even more. I couldn't contain all these emotions. I began hyperventilating.

"Baby, baby calm down I'm right here," She said in her silky smooth voice, "who did it? Tell me and they won't see another fucking day." She said growing anger.

Kaylee

I'm gonna find who ever the fuck did this to my baby. I swear on my life they won't see another day.

She didn't deserve what happened to her, nor what's been happening to her. I be damned if that nigga lives knowing what he did to Macey.

She finally went back to breathing regularly and stopped crying. Tiny sniffles every now and then is what you heard. It was dead quiet. I didn't want to force her to tell me who did, although I'm growing impatient to find out.

"Wayne," She murmured. Who? So she knows the nigga who did it?

I looked beyond confused cause I've never heard of a nigga named wayne. Although that name reminds me of a this guy I've did some business with.

His name is Ricky, but his middle name is Wayne. That nigga will trip if someone called out his government, I mean if you were doing illegal shit, let's say, oh I don't know, being the "Ring leader" of a prostitution ring, would you want someone calling out your government? I think the fuck not.

I have history with that man and our business was tight. We still talk every now and then when he's stuck on a decision. It's best to have advice from another person who delt with being in his position.

Bad thing is Macey doesn't know anything about what I just told you. My friends know cause they do their own lil thing, prostitute? No, but they have a couple jawns when we need them.

Now that I think about it. I wouldn't say much of prostitution ring, it was more of an escort service, just with a person who did the appointment set ups and shit like that. We kept our hoes pretty and thick. I don't prefer skinny bitches, but Macey is the only exception.

Now, Ricky on the other hand, likes to get grimey with his shit, but it still brings me back to who this Wayne person is cause I know Macey doesn't know Ricky nor works for him. That's just absurd.

She looked forward and sighed, "His name is Ri-"

"KayKay I'm done with my bath!" Maverick interrupted not even knowing I was about to find out who hurt his big sister. Fuck man.

I sighed in annoyance. "I'm coming little man!" I yelled out. I looked at Macey who looked a bit green, not literally, but you know a little sick. She was clinching onto her stomach and covered her mouth.

"Babe you ok?" I asked worried. She made a disgusting face and shook her head. "Uhh... yea, I'm fine. Just a little queasy." She mumbled.

I got up and went into the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing her a cold bottle of water. I returned back to the living room and she got up.

I quickly moved to her side and gave her the bottle, "Go lay down, Imma take him to go get his stuff. We can go back when you feel better to get yours,"

"Bu--"

"And Macey your staying here, I don't want another damn word coming out your mouth about it. Yea I'm a dog, but I still care about your well being. I can take care of you and Maverick, so you guys can eat, bathe, and sleep properly and on a daily damn schedule. After today and what's been going on with you, I don't need you to keep dealing with that before shit gets worse and you end up dead or severely hurt. Your staying here and that's final." I cut her off. I don't care that she hates me, I'm gonna make sure this shit never happens again.

When she's all better, she'll be able to school and find a job. I have one, and I also graduated last year. I didn't go to a college campus, I decided to stay home and take online classes. That was before I started messing around. I honestly skipped out on going away to be with Macey, but obviously my actions now contradicted long ago.

"Fine..." She mumbled. I smiled and kissed her forehead.

"Can you not?" She asked rudely. I ignored her and kissed it again. She sighed and shook her head in annoyance.

I walked her to our room and she laid down and started to drift off, "Macey before you go to sleep, where is your house key?" Her eyes were closed, but I know she heard me.

"In my bag on the couch.." She murmured loud enough for me to hear.

I turned the light off and closed the door.

I walked into the living and trailing behind was Mavey, "Oh hey buddy, your dressed." I said. Well at least he can dress himself and stuff decently.

"You ready?" I asked walking towards Macey's bag. "Oh wait! I need my jacket." He yelled running off. I chuckled silently to myself, but stopped once I opened Macey's bag.

"What the fuck?" I mumbled pulling out an open box of condoms. I felt around some more and came across a box. Like a pill box.

No shit you wouldn't guess what it is...

Birth control

Why the fuck does she have condoms and a emlty box of birth control?

"Nahh, I'm tripping..." I said shaking my head and put the condoms and the empty box back back and starting digging looking for the key.

Clothes is all I felt and it kept annoying me, so I pulled them out.

When I threw them on the couch, something red caught my eye. I say that cause it was a big black trench coach that took up most of the space in the bag, so I thought that was the only thing in there. Clearly I'm wrong.

I grabbed the red strip I seen and pulled on it trying to get a better view.

All I seen was red. My face was heating up and my fist balled up.

You wanna know what the fuck it is? Red fucking lace underwear.

No not boxers or regular fucking panties. This is the bottom of a lingerie set. Why the fuck would she need condoms and lingerie, let's not forget an empty box of fucking birth control?!

I finally found the key and threw that shit back in her bag. "Maverick let's go!" I yelled pissed. He came running and I opened the door unlocking my car for him to get in.

I slammed the front door and locked it.

She fucking with niggas now? Oh yea, wait till I get back.

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EXCISE ANY MISTAKES!

I am sooo sorry I haven't been updating. Jesus y'all school and basketball is KILLING ME!

We got that dubb though on friday, and we getting this dubb on tuesday. I'm putting up another 15-20 points.

Anyways I'm updating again later, but I'm not saying which book.

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