Chapter 25: Lucky Seventeen
It was Mae's 17th birthday, she woke up from her night's slumber. She had decided to drop out of school when she turned 16. Through her mother's connections, she was a regular on a TV sitcom. She had walked over to the mirror to admire her body, she was promiscuous, and narcissistic that way. She still had B cup breast, and a small ass. She thought she was fat, she walked into the bathroom and put her finger down her throat. This made her throw up in the toilet. She flushed the toilet and walked upstairs. She walked into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. She drank the coffee, and lit a cigarette. As she sat there waking up, she heard footsteps behind her. She turned around to see her dad walk into the kitchen, he kissed his daughter on her forehead. "Good morning dad." She told him. "Good morning to you too baby." He replied as he yawned. He poured himself a cup of coffee, and leaned over the kitchen island across from his daughter. "Happy birthday baby." He told Mae, "Thanks dad." She replied before taking another sip of coffee, he reached down into the cabinet under the counter pulling out a box, he handed it to Mae. "Here's your present." He said
Mae opened up the box, it was a pink 9mm handgun with her name engraved into it. She was puzzled at first. "Why are you giving me this?" she asked Franklin. "Because, I won't always be around to protect you." He replied. "When your brother gets old enough, I'll buy him one. I'm taking you to the shooting range to fet some practice with it later on today, by the time I'm finished with you. You'll be able to handle yourself." Mae smiled. "Thanks dad." She said. Tracy woke up and walked upstairs. She walked over to where the two were sitting, and poured herself a cup of coffee as well. "Happy birthday baby." Tracy told Mae. "Thanks mom." She said hugging her.
Franklin and Mae walked into the Ammu-Nation shooting range, they approached the counter and Franklin talked to the clerk. "2 for the range." He said, handing the clerk a $100 bill. "Ok, have fun." He replied. Franklin and Mae walked to the range, Franklin put ear muffs on his ears before speaking to Mae, who also had her ears protected. "Ok, watch me." Franklin said. He picked up his gun, and aimed it at the target. He shot a perfect bulls-eye, Mae was impressed. Franklin hit a perfect bulls-eye shot aftet shot on the targets, until he was out of ammo. It was Mae's turn, she picked up her gun, it felt heavy, she was shaking a little as she had never held a gun before. She aimed at the target, she took a deep breath and squeezed the trigger. (Blam) she had hit a perfect bulls-eye on the target as well. She shot the targets, some hit perfect, some didnt, but she never missed a target. She got a decent score by the time she ran out of ammo. "Good shooting babygirl, you're a natural." Franklin said impressed with her daughter.
That night on Grove Street, Mae and Trey were drinking, Trey had always been an abusive drunk. The last time he got drunk he forced Mae at gunpoint to give him a blowjob. Tonight Trey was hounding her for sex, she wasn't giving in. Trey grabbed her by her hair and threw her on the bed. He started to unzip his pants when Mae jumped out of the bed, she ran to her purse where she was looking for the gun her dad gave her. Trey ran over to her and grabbed her arm and turned her around violently, he slapped her across the face, she broke free and grabbed her gun. Trey tried to take it from her but she fought back, he finally overpowered her and grabbed her by her neck, he pulled her over to the bathroom and slammed the back of her head against the door way, the pain was all to familiar with her. This wasn't the first time he hit her, and it wouldn't be the last. He backhanded her across the mouth and cut her lip. She fell through the floor, she wiped the blood off her mouth and looked at it. Trey laughed "Whats the matter birthday girl? It's just a kittle little slap." Mae's eyes widened with fury. Enough was enough, she aimed the gun at Trey and pulled the trigger, the last thing that went through his head was a bullet piercing through his skull