As the elevator came to a stop. Mokiri looked at the Kaatcher. "Can I go home now?"
"Your mother said you could." said the Kaatcher. "She's not my mom." she told him. "My mom is dead."
"That woman you imprinted on--"
She kicked him in the legs. "I have rights! That whore isn't my mother!"
The Kaatcher rubbed his legs and glared at the child. "Get yo' little ass on somewhere."
She pouted, "I hope you get fired."
"I don't even get paid." the elevator doors closed with her on the other side. She flipped it off as it went down. "I hate living here." she stomped her feet.
"Pup." sounded a voice. "You are out of the cages; I hope you stay on your best behavior."
This would be the time she yelled, 'Kiss my ass.' "Ok." she said.
"Alright, go to your father. Tell him your off punishment." She must have been new. Her hair braided and descended down to her back. Her eyes were pink and she had green earrings. "Who are you?" asked Mokiri. "My name is Siana." she smiled. "You haven't seen me much. I'm the Bow's cook."
The first thought that came to mind. "Do you cook the brisket?"
"I do. The Bow enjoys it... the barbecue brisket."
Her hand laid on her chest, "I do! He doesn't even like it!"
Siana's chest sunk. But at the same time, why would she need the approval of a dog? Mainly because he could kill her. Given her state of being, there wasn't much. She had a bit of a tan. When she came her name was Porkchop. "I cant stand long. Can you get there yourself?"
She nodded. "Yeah... I was down there for like eight--"
"Months. Yawa is telling the girls to remind you."
"Can I ask you something?"
Siana looked at the end of the hall and back at the child. "Sure."
"What's sex?"
Her eyes spread, "Were you hurt below?" Siana took the girl's arm and looked her over. "I don't see any scratches. Turn around. Sometimes the male wolves will look at anything and think they enter it."
She turned around and let Siana check her back. "Is that a bruise?"
"I was fighting with one of the puppies." she turned around and fixed her clothes. "Fighting. Puppies do that?"
"Yeah..." she rose a brow. "About what?"
"This female called me an abortion."
"You aren't an aboration." Siana smile and put her hand on the girl's head. "They propbably didn't know what it meant."
"She said my father put me in the cages so I could learn about rape."
Siana knew that all too well. She blinked as a memory came through. "Did you like watching the fights?"
"My mama was down there fighting. But... I didn't like all of them. This one wolf was old and he got his eyes scratched out."
"Oh my..."
"It's pretty fucking depressing down there and a wolf told me that the pups have sex before they get neutered." Mokiri was wishing she didn't know any of that. Siana looked at her, she had never had a child and she couldn't. She bent down, "So who is your mother?"
"Leneke."
Siana smiled. "You could be my puppy if you wanted. I always wanted one of my own."
"Siana!" called one of the werewolf guards. "To the kitchen."
Siana looked at the guard and Mokiri. "You can be Alacia. My little Alacia."
"Siana!" shouted the werewolf. Siana picked up Mokiri's hand and kissed it, "I'll be by to tuck you in. I know where you room is."
"Ok."
"Siana, I won't tell you again." the werewolf moved away from the wall. "Get in the kitchen."
"Alright, shit!" she made her leave, as for Mokiri. She wished she had taken it sooner.
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Mokiri made her way to her father's room. It was evening, so she assumed all the loud moaning was coming from one of his freak sessions. She held her fist against the wood. She put it down and walked away from the door to meet a horrible sight.
"Oh shit..." Mokiri looked at the raccoon lady. "Don't give me attitude."
"I didn't say anything." she moved to the left; her mother moved with her. "No, you don't." Leneke stood in front of her. "I don't know why you put me down there." exclaimed Mokiri. "No one ate me."
"Probably because you taste like piss and whine."
She sneered, "Well, I met my brother down there."
"And he's dead." Leneke stated matter a factly. "HE came to the cages and we laughed about how ugly you is."
"I gave you the face you got..." she seized her child's collar. She shook her, "Go to yo fucking room. Bad ass little bitch."
Mokiri pulled back, "I fucking hate you!" she dashed off to her room in the apartment. Mokiri was truly privileged, unlike some of her siblings. She slept in the studio apartment. She had a lot of room and let her sister Zorica and brother, Alphons sleep in there.
She saw her brother, Sumanya's mother was African. She recalled conversations with him. 'What is it like having an African mother?'
'You need to appreciate what you got. My mama sick and can't walk'
'If I was a vampire, I'd kill mine and give her the body.'
Sumanya shook his head, 'Fool. That kind of magic ain't right. And it ain't love.'
But what did he know?
Yeah, he was a werewolf. He was her half-brother; all he did was get high. So that meant he didn't have good sense. Everybody knew a crackhead can't make decisions.
She did often wonder why she got the top room and her older siblings got the basement or rather the first floor. She even had her own personal doctor.
Gail Hussain seemed nice. He had been acting rather strange lately. But she couldn't blame him entirely.
Mokiri had gone to the basements of the fighting ring often. He was looking her over for signs of rape. 'I don't want her to get pregnant. I don't send her down there for boys. But this one is fast' told her mother who she wished would die.
She did spread her legs in front of her doctor. 'You said lay down.'
He told one of the guards and she got a spanking. Maybe he was gay.
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In her room, the floor were white titles, The Walls were brown and a large back window. Her toys were scattered all over the room. Her sock puppets in a pile in the middle of the floor in front of a cardboard box theatre. Her back was positioned in the upper left corner.
A dark blue bean bag chair. On the 'bed' her plush toy Mr. Attorney. Mr. Attorney was a pink bunny but a red handkerchief around his neck. In his right paw, a glock.
Sometimes Mr. Attorney called MS. Aurora who was technically a boy as identified by his pink Crayola penis taped to his body. Last week, Mr. Attorney came home after cheating on MS. Aurora.
Mr. Attorney had been seeing Barbie who was renamed Wyleisha. Wyleisha and Mr. Attorney had been fucking the club, 'Whole Lotta Red', and Wyleisha called him over to her house, which was a home made out of paper cups. Mr. Attorney gave Wyleisha 500 dollars to get an abortion. But she said she was keeping him because her family was Christian.
Plus, her brother was coming out of the hospital and the news would cheer him up. But Mr. Attorney didn't care. He beat up Wyleisha and the baby came out looking like a tootsie roll.
That's what her dad said.
And then he went home and found out that Willy, the green Tyrannosaurus was his brother. It was wild because Willy and he were beefing because he slept with MS. Aurora.
So, Mr. Attorney called him gay and said Aurora was actually a man. Willy didn't care. Willy said he sucked dick and wasn't going to that stop him from loving her. But her was him.
So, he shot him.
The things she came up with.
And then MR. Hojo Liwei Bae Doo, who was Korean, Chinese, and Japanese met MS. Aurora. He was selling drugs on the corner of 7/11 and she wanted 'some cheap aspirin.
Long story short, MS. Aurora had died last night and Mr. Attorney had to deal with a funeral and a baby he didn't want.
She thought about making a BrainSociety account and making a movie.
Mokiri went to her toy box where she stuffed all her clothes. Inside, three peculiar things laid on top. A medical record that had Mokiri's illnesses when she was born. To quote her mother, 'She doesn't have asthma.
'She doesn't have medical issues,' she remembered hearing.
'Ma'am your child is extremely ill. I have to ask if you had substances while pregnant.'
'What the fuck did you ask me?'
'Ma'am I mean no offense. But I witnessed a child having a standing seizure in front of me. I'm concerned.'
'What else is wrong with her?' asked her father, The Bow.
Gail told the rest, 'She said she can't sleep.'
'She shouldn't be at the door...'
'I don't think that's it...' he muttered, 'Her memory isn't like other children, she can't hear out one ear, and she's having vision problems. She needs a speech therapist and--'
Her father cut the doctor short, 'She doesn't need that. And when don't have the money.'
'Bow, please understand--'
'I don't need too. This is the Ghytto, I'll go buy the dam cure. Or, put the damn pup up for sell.'
'You could off her to one of the bitches.'
'Another plan.'
Her parents didn't want her. But if she were a vampire, it would be different. Her father said she was retarded; she couldn't think for herself. She had to be told.
She pulled out one of the toys dressed in a blue pair of her underwear. "Hi, Milton."
Milton was a torn cabbage patch kid with a ball missing. "You ready to go to the strip club? You have to pay bills."
She mimicked his voice, "I don't know why I decided to do any of this. I'm tired." She bent his head down. "Well, it's your fault. You wanted to do crack."
"You right, thanks Mokiri." he said through her teeth.
"You welcome. I did help you with rehab." she said.
"Thank you so much..." if he could smile, he probably would. "I'm also sorry."
"What happened Milton?"
"Well," she turned his head. "I went to Mr. Attorney for some money. There's this Asian down the block selling Mollies."
"You did what?" She threw Milton on to the floor and hovered over him. "Mokiri, listen to me!"
"After everything I did for you and go behind my back and get high." She punched the doll in the face. "Mokiri! I'm sorry!"
"What about the marriage!" she choked him. "I swear--"
"Shut up!" Mokiri belted the cabbage patch doll with punches. "I hate you!"
She couldn't hear it but behind her the door was open. "Let me fucking go!"
Mokiri stopped punching the doll and turned around. "Shut up Whelp!"
"I'm not a fucking dog!" he flashed his fangs. "Imma tell my mama and she finna clean house!"
"Be quiet!" the werewolf threw the child in the room. "You ain't gon' be lonely. Play with the damaged."
"What the fuck!" July scurried to his feet. "What the fuck is damage!"
"Hi..."
July turned around to a little girl with scars on her face. "I'm Mokiri Gains. You wanna play with my dollhouse?