Baby Girl

Chapter One: Meeting Désiree Dream

DPOV (Désiree)

"Mama where should I put the rags?" I asked my mother who was talking to the moving men. Let me

Introduce myself. My name is Désiree Dream Davis II. I know the most porn star names ever. My papa

Named me after his mother; said that she was the strongest and most beautiful woman he knew. So I

Suppose it's an honor. I am 16 years old and about to be a senior at Dillon High (I skipped 3rd grade).

I'm originally from Los Angeles. I am black, white, and Puerto Rican. My mother is fully Puerto Rican

And my father was white and black. He was murdered when I was eleven. My mom remarried, and

That's why we moved. Roger Smith, my stepfather/ worst nightmare got an asissiant coaching job for the Panthers.

When Roger first came into our lives, I thought it was a blessing. After my dad died my mom was so depressed. We were moving from apartment to apartment in the hoods of LA because we had no money, because mama couldn't hold down a job. Most of the time she just laid in bed. At school I was bullied by girls because boys liked me. I knew I was pretty but never was I conceited about it. I had my

mom's smooth, soft, and acne-free naturally tan colored skin, same color skin as Alicia Keys, her long curly hair but mines was longer ending at my waist, and the colors were different. She had black hair and mines were dark brown with a tint of red. . I had her full and pouty lips, and her body that everybody said was better than Kim Kardashian: Large breasts, tiny waist, curvy hips and a big ass. The only thing I got from my dad was my eyes. They were big and almond shaped and bright green surround by long, thick lashes. I would always tell the girl I didn't like the boys in return, but they didn't care, they picked on me for everything. My name, they made fun of me being smart, the fact my mom had no money. It was horrible. Life sucked until the middle of 7th grade, when my mom met Roger. Things seemed to get better. They were married by the middle of my 8th grade year. We were all happy, money was coming in on regular bases, and Roger seemed nice and polite.

But by October of my freshman year, Roger began to drink a lot. He would hit and yell at my mom when he got angry. One evening, the night that changed my life, my mom was out with friends and I was home alone, because Roger was supposed to be at a football practice. He came home and reeked of whiskey. He looked at me the same way boys at school and on the streets did, like he wanted to fuck me. He started to kiss me roughly and touch me. I flipped out. I had never kissed a boy and I sure as hell didn't want to be kissing Roger!

He threaten to kill me if I ever told anybody and I believed him. After that night he continued to touch me and make me touch him. By my tenth grade year I was so depressed, I had no friends. But one day I was walking and got bumped into and fell straight on my ass. I was ready to cuss out the person responsible but stopped when I looked and saw Jacob Williams, a senior, smiling at me with his hand out ready to help me up. Jacob was the most popular boy at school. He was super cute, with his soft long hair that was normally in braids, he had milk chocolate skin and hazel eyes. He was extremely tall and well built. He started to follow me around and we quickly became best friends. People assumed more was going on but nothing ever happened. Jacob taught me how to defend myself, play football, and he got me dancing and singing again, something I stopped when my dad died. Jacob was my best friend and nobody could replace him.

I was interrupted from my thoughts when my mom came into the kitchen. "Put them in the drawer by the sink. Why are you still in the house? You only have a month before school starts, Nina. Why don't you go meet new people? Maybe some new cute boys?" "Ay mami I don't know anybody here." "Which is why I said MEET new people" she laughed. "But mama." "No buts Désiree. Why don't you go visit Roger at the school. I met the cutest boy today next door he said he was a football player. Had beautiful green eyes. Dark not bright like yours." There was no point in auguring with her. "Okay I'll go, Hell I'll try out for the damn team since you seem to love the players so much. " my mom laughed at me. Oh but I was serious. Dead serious.

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