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"The nerve of that little hussy!" shrieked Candace "Candy" Thompson. "We should go down their and beat her ass, all up and down the streets!"
No, Candy, please." said Aaralyn trying to get her to calm down.
"I'm so sorry," said Candy, as she embraced the girl in her arms. "She had no right coming up over here, talking all that noise."
Candy Thompson was a strong sistah, with a big heart, but fuck with her, and you get your ass beat. Candy was tall, about 6'3 with freckles, and long long legs. She was real pretty, the only problem was, she was dating that no good Kuda Johnson a.k.a. Bearakuda.
His real name was Christopher Arden Johnson, and for as long as Aaralyn could remember, he was sweet to her, but meaner than a damn snake. Everybody knew that he beat on Candy, even while she was pregnant with their first child Sar'Rai Marie.
"Don't never settle!" Candy once said in a drunken rage. "I settled for anything, and look where the hell it got me, Aaralyn. I'm not even married with four kids, and with a nigga, that don't treat me right, and got about 14 babymomma's! But I want you to do better China Doll girl." She said pointing her thick forefinger at Aaralyn.
And now, what had not settling got her? Nothing, but a broken heart. Over what? A nigga! Her mother warned her, but she was hardheaded.
"All, black men bring is more pain than happiness. Trust me China doll, I'm your mother, I only have your best interest at heart. Hell you are Aaron Tyrone Desean Schaffer's daughter. You have class, do yourself a favor and stick to white men." Her mother told her.
And at that moment, as she sat, sobbing in Candy's arms, she wondered if her mother was right.
"Black men have the best dick," said her best friend Courtney White. "They know how to work that shit to the fullest."
Upon hearing this, Aaralyn had let willow stick his finger inside her, but never ever did she let him penetrate her with his manhood, besides, she had a vow to stay a virgin until the day that she was married.
And she knew that was going to marry Willow , but the truth of the matter was, that she was just plain scared. Pain made her faint, and blood made her hurl. So loosing her virginity was out of the question until her wedding night.
"What the hell is your problem?" Willow roared as he held her arm tightly in his hand. "Huh, Breeze? Huh? What the fuck you go and do that for?"
"Ow, Willow , your hurting me! Stop, pulling on me!" Breezy screamed, and yanked her arm out of his hand. "Asshole." She muttered then.
What happened next left her speechless. All she remembered was a searing pain on her cheek, and her body hitting the hot cement, as she stared up at Willow , and what she saw in his eyes made her blood run cold.
"Get the fuck up!" he said as he dug in his pocket, and got out 6-100 dollar bills, and threw them at her, and in an icy-tone said, "Get rid of it….."