Suavette

                                   Chapter 1

                     A Day late A dollar short

Suavette stared at her reflection ashamed at what she had become. Her right eye was swollen along with her bottom lip. Bruises occupied either side of her skinny shoulder blades. Her body was frail, and tender to the touch. She had lost over fifteen pounds in just three months. Tears drowned her eyes until they finally released themselves making their way down her burden struck face.

"What is wrong with me?" She asked herself in a helpless voice. This would be her first words spoken in three days. After the brutal beat down she recieved from her pimp Suave she'd sheltered herself in the four corners of their run down apartment. Collapsing onto the bathroom floor she barried her face in the comforts of her small palms. Her body shook nervously as the feeling of being overwelmed by her lunatic man, and not being able to face the world took it's effect.

"What the fuck you doin here?"  The voice came out of nowhere, but was all too familiar to Suavette. She kept her head down afraid to look up.

"I told you about girls like her. They only good for one thing. She ain't even got that. I say you throw the bitch out on her ragedy ass."

"Rhonda...let me fuck the duck, and you count the quacks bitch! Ain't nobody asked yo ass nothin' " Suave rubbed his freshly cut head annoyed. The tall banana shaped Rhonda switched her little to nothing hips down the hall, and into the back bedroom. 

"Well, you ain't fuckin' that duck bitch right." She mumbled. She didn't want to get too smart with Suave he was one crazy nigga.

"What you say bitch?"  No response.

"Ah, so you bitches think that y'all got it all figured out huh?" He knelt down in his black slacks, and his oversized leather coat. If a match was lit while he spoke into Suavette's ear her face would be on fire. His breathe smelled of Hennessey, and cigarette's mixed with blunts, and Rhonda's pussy juices.

"Where's my money?" No response. Suave began to chuckle. In his mind things went his way. He couldn't take to much of another person's rebellion. Not even his mother's.

"You deaf bitch!" Slapping her across the face pushing her head onto the wall Suavette screamed out in agony.

"Where's my money? I'm only gone ask this one last time. If you ain't got my money, you ain't got no home. Bitch I will drag yo ass up out of here in what you got on. You hear me bitch? Now where's my money?" Sweat beads accumulated his forhead as he became hyped up by his own words. Suave loved to hear himself talk. Even more make himself feel in charge of everything, and every one. He was an egotistic maniac that showed no mercy. In his mind people always tried cheating him. He always got the short end of the stick. This was a way of getting revenge on people. Only people never reaped the consequences of their actions towards him because Suave couldn't let go of his past. He carried his bags of burden around with him. No one could stand being in Suaves presents to long. He tried making people feel like shit, because he wasn't shit.

He started choking Suavette.

"What the fuck is wrong with you! Let go of her!" Rhonda raved hestarically.

To be continued...