Free The Plug's Daughter by Nika Michelle

nut case was psycho and I wasn’t going to underestimate him. He knew that my father didn’t play those games when it came to me. There had to be something really wrong with him mentally for him to point a gun at me and threaten my life. I knew that he sniffed coke and did Molly from time to time. Well, that was among a cocktail of other shit that he used to get high. Was he really ready for the war that my father was going to wage against him for fucking with me?
                  Once I officially knew that Trell was gone in the head it was already too late. I was a codependent person who felt the need to be needed by somebody. At first that was how Trell made me feel. It was like we were old friends reuniting. I couldn’t trust too many people, so knowing that we’d grown up together gave me a feeling of familiarity. That was over quick, fast and in a hurry.
                  “You can’t force me to be with you,” I managed to get out when I finally got my breathing back to normal. “Especially not after this. How you gon’ come in here wit’ yo’ dick smellin’ like some diseased ass hoe and then get mad at me ‘cause I don’t wanna suck it! Sorry ass. Then you gon’ point a gun at me!” I couldn’t believe that nigga. He was brave as fuck.
                  He let out a cocky laugh. “Bitch, I’ll fuck whoever I want and you gon’ still suck my dick! I’ll do whatever I want to yo’ ass! You gon’ stay wit’ me too, ‘cause you ain’t got no choice.”
                  It was my turn to laugh, but it was full of sarcasm. “Oh, I got a choice muthafucka.”
                  He paced the floor and then glanced over at me before stopping to stare. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful Sen. I mean, I don’t mean to hurt you, but that’s just how I am baby. I’m a fucked up nigga. When I love a bitch, I do what I gotta do to keep her. I been wantin’ you since we were kids and I ain’t lettin’ you go that easy ma. Hell nah”
                  “Oh, so you want me to believe that you love me while referring to me as a bitch. Seriously Trell, you need to leave…” I pulled my cell phone from my back pocket to call my dad and thought about the 380 in a drawer in my bedroom.
                  As much as I wanted to go get it, I wondered if I’d catch a bullet in my back first.
                  “Go ahead and call Mendosa. You think I’m scared of his old, has been ass? If so, I’m sorry baby girl, but yo’ ass got me all fucked up. As a matter of fact, I’m ‘bout to prove that you ain’t goin’ nowhere and I’m yo’ daddy now.” He snatched the phone from my hand, ended the call, and winked at me with that gun still in his hand. I felt like throwing up. What the hell had I gotten myself into?
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                  It took everything in me to go along with Trell until he trusted that I wasn’t going to defy him. The longest night of my life was finally over after six tortuous hours.
                  He had literally raped me and I was all cried out by the time the sun had come up. My mind was on vengeance at that point and no matter what he’d shown me or done, I had to stop him. Fear made me want to fight back. Mendosa was my father and that didn’t seem like a perk in my situation. I wanted to tell him, but that nigga Trell was black mailing me.
                  “Remember that there’re consequences if you leave me bitch. You already know what’ll happen and shit. If your father finds out about us, you better convince him that we’re in love. If not, you know what’s gonna happen to yo’ ass. There’s something else I want you to do, but we’ll talk about that later. I’m watchin’ you ma. Do you think it was really a fuckin’ coincidence that I ran into you at that club?” He chuckled. “Hell nah ma. I’m a mufuckin’ calculated nigga. I got