Chapter 2

Jojo POV

I was closing up for the day at my last job when I slipped the padlock through the iron bar and pinned it firmly. When I was sure it was locked, I slipped the keys into my bag. I stared down at the pieces of dollar notes, clasped in my right hand. I sighed and began to count them, note after note.

"Hey, cuz!"

Shit!

I wrapped the money in my fist and slipped it into the pocket of my dress. The last person I wanted to see in the universe, Mykel, my cousin, staggered his way from his side of the road to the front of the place I worked.

I cleared my throat and kept a strict stance as I glared at him. He smiled at me; the sight made my stomach revolt. I cringed hard. The strong smell of tobacco and w**d, with a mix of brandy, never ceased to follow him; it was his signature scent.

"Hey, cuz! Good to see ya..."

Oh! Goddess. I wanted nothing more than to just disappear from his presence.

"I wanted to see you. I could not wait for you to get home."

I said nothing and allowed him to stare at me. He stretched out his right hand, pointing a finger at the tip of my nose.

"I saw you counting some wad of cash at the other end of the road, yeah? Hand it over. I need the money now, and if you'll be a good girl, I'll take only half of it."

An obvious frown formed on his red face. He seized hold of my hand and dragged me away from the front of the restaurant, into the back street, and flung me to his front. I staggered shortly before I regained my stance.

"You're stubborn, ain't ya? I was only trying to be generous, but your big head wouldn't listen. If you let me have half of it, you can keep the other half, and I won't let my mother know."

He closed the distance between us and grabbed my right wrist.

"But, if you choose not to listen, I will make sure that I make a sorry excuse of you. I know that you are numb to beatings, but..." He paused and cupped my chin with his rough fingers. I felt my skin crawl.

"...you would not want poor little Valerie to get a taste of what I can do, would you?"

"Please, Mykel, you can do anything you want, but do not touch Valerie." The cold of the night swept through my skin, along with the sudden breeze. I could not let him have the money; it's life-saving money.

A wry smile formed on Mykel's face as he looked down at me. Before I knew it, he attacked me with one swift move and threatened to reach for my side pocket.

I fell to my knees in front of him immediately, fighting hard to keep my tears at bay.

He chuckled; it was a bitter one.

"You know you're shit. You and your little sister, you are disgusting little beggars. Is this how you treat your benefactors? If my mother hadn't taken you in, you'd still want to stand here? This body of yours is still worth some interest. Let me see who can save you from me? Huh? Your dying mother, or your domestically-violent father?"

For a second, just a second, my heart ceased to beat. Pain's angry claws clutched my chest, and I groaned in agony.

Flashes of the past occupied my mind. I crumbled down to my knees - just like my mother did eight years ago.

A hint of mockery flashed across his face.

"You see, Jojo, I'm really high right now, yeah? And I... I can let you go on one condition."

He placed his hands on the waistline of his cargo shorts and pushed his back forward, as though he were pushing his crotch to my face.

The bastard.

"Suck me off, Jojo, and I'll let you go and forget this ever happened. Fuck! You look damn good on your knees."

"Mykel, let us be reasonable..."

"I tried to be, now fuck this." He spat out. In one swift move, he gripped me by my neck and pulled me closer to himself. He spun me around and pinned my back against his chest, while holding both my hands captive at my back with his one hand. Bile rose in my stomach, out of anger and spite, but I swallowed it back.

His dirty free hand rummaged through my body. He touched the front pocket of my blue and white striped gown and dug his hand into it. The bastard found that opportunity and squeezed my right breast hard. I closed my eyes and shuddered, fighting to shake off and wriggle free of his hold.

"Where's the money, Jo?" His hands reached for my side pocket, the one on the left with the money in it. Immediately, I felt his skin graze my waist, and I sent the back of my head hurling toward his nose. I must have hit his nose hard because he screamed and freed me. I wriggled free of his grasp and stood straight to straighten my dress.

That was my only mistake. I should have run at the slightest chance that I got because the next thing I knew, I had my back against the wall, and he was on top of me. I screamed with agonizing pain. I felt the skin at the back of my head split open.

"Bloody bitch!" He yelled, buts of saliva dropped from his mouth and landed on my face. I tilted my face to the right before his palm came crashing down, hard against my right cheek.

He clasped his right hand around my throat and tore the upper part of my dress open with little or no effort.

"Mykel, stop!" I tried to punch him hard with my fists, but it did nothing, except excite him.

"Stop!"

"Damn, Jo! You know I love it when you get feisty."

My screams and cries became inaudible, even to me. I was growing weary; my knuckles had already weakened. His laughter grew distant, and his image slowly blurred from my vision.

A slap fell hard on my face.

My eyes went black, and I thought I couldn't escape today...

I was going to close my eyes and resign to fate, give it all up for once. Suddenly, the hands pulling at the clothes on the body stopped. I tried to raise my head, just to get a closer look.

I struggled to open my eyes, but all I heard was the sound of my body hitting the wall.

All sounds were fading away.