I'm sitting on the left edge of my bed, breathing heavy. There is no doubt I'm pregnant, I miss Nancy. He would probably know what to do. I look at the floor at the chains that were around my wrist. At least I'm free. Last time I had chains around me, I broke my hand. It wasn't rape, that nigga tired to FUCK me. I'm out of breath.
I'm scared to sleep and my right hand is over my stomach. I'm pregnant, Jehovah is here... or will be soon.
Day 5
Cydney told me to wash clothes and again, I see shit. I throw a towel in the washer and Cassidy walks in. "You supposed to use the rack." she scratches her stomach. "The big board."
"Washboard?" I'm more annoyed she brought her ass in here. "You need a rack!" she yells. "It has the little doors on it so when you use it the right way. The liquid, you know, Comes out." She holds her mouth open, she has this oval shaped mouth that isn't placed correctly. I blink.
"Hand it to me." I point to the washbroad in the corner next to the door. Cassidy, by some miracle, she retrieves it, "Do you see the lines?" she points. "You take the clothes and like scrap it against the rack. And all the water comes out."
"Right..."
"Sometimes mommy uses it when she is bad. I'm bad and Florence never gets in trouble gets it."
"Like, yo mama hits you with this?" I'm shocked. "Yeah and it hurt'ed but she don't hit me all the time. One time I fell down the stairs."
I squint, "What the fuck?"
"She pushed me and I pushed her back. And she broke her leg and then mommy peed on floor because she was scaed of falling,"
"Really?"
"So daddy said that the stairs were dangerous and we can't use the stairs. So I sleep on the floor." I look off to the wall. "That's good."
"I'm black."
I wiggle my ears. "What's nine plus ten?"
"Elevan." she groans. "Do you know how many legs shrimp have?"
"3." she laments. "You aren't smart"
"Ok." I narrow my eyes.
"Do you know how many legs a rainbow has?"
"5?" I guess.
She shakes her head. "Two!" she yells. "One on the left and right."
"What's your name?" I ask.
"Cassidy Augustus."
I stare at the top of her head. She has a bald spot and an eyeball. I blink, "How many legs does a rock have?"
She puts her finger to her chin, "That's a trick question." she said. "See, a long time ago. My mother told me that God made rocks. He gave the rocks legs and then he took them away. So now the rocks drown in floods."
"What about mountains?"
"Mountains are a by product. Every mountain is created by man and so we have them." she frowns. "Really?" I blink. "It is, even mom saw a factory make a mountain in a factory and they use that to tell you that mountains are what makes rocks. But those are man made too. I even told Sasha."
"Whose Sasha?"
"I don't know." she lifts her shoulders to her ears. "She might be an alien."
"Thank you for telling me Cassidy."
"Mama said I had too because it's important." she twirls with her hands behind her back. "Another thing. Angels don't exist but like they gave God a brain and then God came up with Man so he could shit and shit let's us thnk."
What the fuck?
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As time went on. I was told by a whore to make breakfast and more people, non-deformed are at the table. I made pancakes and breakfast Takoyaki. Though, they are burnt. I put cilantro in a bowl with some ranch sauce. Sam eats happily. "And we finna have a baby!" he shakes my arm playfully. Cydney glares at me from the other end of the table. Sam rubs my stomach. Then, there is this girl named Sasha. Like any other vampire, she has ethereal beauty. She has a nose piercing and two gold earrings. She's dressed in a business outfit. "Looks good." she glances at me. "You the new servant?"
I look away to the wall full of shit splashed at the bottom. I look at her and her eyes are so pink. What is she obsessed with? "Why Henri come back?"
"Because when somebody dies. The soul moves on, the soul is always." he rolls his eyes. "I'm 13. I'm not dumb." she says. "Why did you set a gas station on fire? Where are the rest of the slaves?" he glares.
"Because I like fireworks." she squints, "Why is my dad alive. I look stupid but I'm not."
"Sasha." he shakes his head and drinks his tea. "You can go fuck yourself for all I care. I don't give a fuck about your dad either." I'm surprised at Sam, I mean Babu. "I fucking hate you and her. I have to act stupid and he's in the business!"
"Amen." he looks at me with a smile. "Nikki, pookie, get me a stick of weed. I'm stressed. I keep it in the livingroom in a bowl."
"Alright."
"I fucking hate her too!" blurts Sasha. "Fuck you, fuck this, fuck everything!"
"Bitch, fuck everything you do. Just die already since you so miserable!"
"Why did you bring me back!"
"I shouldn't have stole you from the hospital. I should have gotten a pound puppy." I come back from the living room and sit the bowl down. "Is that a pound puppy?" she gestures at me. "You fucking dogs now?"
"I can fuck a dog." he says confidently. "I can't fuck her!" I cannot breathe as he points at Cydney. Oh, I forgot, Mable Harper. She sits with her arms folded over the table. She sneers at Sam. "I want a divorce."
"Then get the fuck out." he yells. He gestures towards the door, "Take this bitch with you!"
"I can't stop kidnapping kids from the hospital!" she bangs on the table. Are these children... from the hospital? The old one? "How did the kids get here?" I ask against my better judgment. "That's Sasha. Or," Sam sighs, "Rowena or--" Cydney kicks the table, and now it's off set. "It is Sasha!" she yells. "I don't know why you hate me."
"How could you not?" Sasha gets up from the table. She moves to Cydney side of the table and balls her fist up. "Bitch!" As Sasha bashes her fist against her face. Cydney boosts out her chair and tries to tackle Sasha to the floor. She misses and Sasha grabs her hair and pelts her punches. "Your name is Sharonda!" Sasha starts clobbering her in the mouth and Cydney keeps trying to bite her hands. "You stupid fucking-- Tanya help me!"
I'm pregnant. I finally lay my eyes on Tanya. She has fluffy red weave with her scalp revealed and earrings in her nose. Her eyes are brown and clouded with thick eyeshadow. It's blue.
He hops to the rescue and grabs the chair Cydney is sitting in to beat her with it. Tanya looks tall and the chair goes across Cydney's nose. Sasha grabs her hair and pins her down. Sasha spits on her and Tanya kicks her in the head with heels on.
This is ghetto as hell.
I look at Sam who is also shocked. "Kill her!" yells Nyama. "I HATE YOU!" yells Mable Harper. Sasha gets some swipes in and Tanya gets her bottom heel through Cydney's eye. The woman's skin bubbles with anger and hurls at Tanya. Bits of shit fly out of her mouth. Sasha backs up and runs out of the room. Cydney flips on her side crying, "I'm dying!"
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My next chore is teaching these children and half ass adults basic math. Sam showed me the black board he keeps in the house, way above the second floor. "The easiest question known to man is two plus two."
Cassidy raises her hand, "I got a whopping."
"That's wonderful." I accidentally say aloud. "Daddy hit me with pilers. And then he got a broom and honestly, the broom didn't hurt."
I nod. "The question."
"I was told that its actually four."
"Right." I turn to the black board and write two + two = four. I circle the four and go into explaining, "In science, mathematical notation is often utilized. An ever-expanding sequence of abstractions has defined the history of mathematics. It's possible that prehistoric peoples were able to count abstract amounts. The skill of working with equations and formulae is algebra."
Cassidy raises her hand, "What is abstract?"
"Consider anything hypothetically or in isolation from something else." I put my hand on my hip. "What is isolation?"
"The condition of being alone." I put my hand over my face. I try to sound so smart. "Anything else?"
"What is abstract?" she asks.
"I told you..."
"Tell me again. I didn't write it down."
"I don't know." I sigh.
"But you said it." she grimaces.
"If I said it, why didn't you hear it?"
"I did but what's the definition?"
I sulk. "It means, a theory." I speak slowly. She writes in pen, "Ok. What is a theory?" she puts her hands together in pray.
Dear lord in space. "What is a theory?"
"Yeah."
I could tell them, they were all theories but I fear the damage.
"I got a better one," says Nyama. "What is escape?"
"Break free." I say.
"Free?" Cassidy ponders. "What is that?"
Free? "Like freedom."
"That's a cinnamon..."
"That's a flavor!" she shouts. "No it isn't! You can't taste dirt!"
"Shut up stupid!"
"You stupid!" he says.
"MISS!" she puts her hands high. "What is stupid?"
Oh my God. "You stupid!" says Nyama. "Crackhead!" shouts Cassidy. "And fuck you!"
"Fuck you, bitch ass!"
"What's that?" A cuss word. I think. I say nothing and Sasha comes with naked Cydney behind her. "Are we good today?" asks Sasha. Cassidy points at her. "Bitch!"
"Don't call her that." says Nyama.
"You a bitch too." she squeezes her lips together. "Nigger!"
"You're black, stupid!"
"I'm white!" she has albinism. "I'm a pretty white girl, nigger!"
Nyama doesn't speak and sits quiet. She sticks her tongue out. "Nigger."
"You're black, Cassidy."
"I ain't a nigger like you!" she laughs. "You a nigger too." he rolls his eyes.
"No I ain't!"
"What is a nigger?"
"You!"
I look at Sasha in the doorway. "We kill that one. She said the N-word.