DEENA SKET CHAPTER 13

Faisani looked at me and laughed.
"hes the guy- he and his boys raped me," i said walkin back.
jesse looked at him, "i fucked her- i didnt rape her," faisani said.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO U MEAN," i screamed, "hes my fuckin cousin and he and his boys tricked me," i told jesse
"we didnt trick u- deena- u said ud fuck us cos u wanted to try arab dick," faisani sed, "bruv- we got a bit rough and she didnt like it so now shes saying we raped her- whcih i dont like."

jesse looked at me and said, "deena- he wouldnt have raped u- he aint like dat."
i started cryin.
"he told me he'd- he'd take me to see my dad and he and his boys started fingerin and bitin-" i screamed and pulled off the top.
"look at my tits- u see the bite marks,"i started bawlin, "u think i would ask for dis."

"ur a sket," jesse said, "u love it."
"bruv- come we shut this bitch up," faisani said.
jesse said, "allow it- but deena shut up about bein raped- u liked it."
"fuck u!", i said to jesse.
faisani looked at him and jesse said, "do what u want with her."

faisani took off his jeans and sed to his dick, "look its our friend- she wants to play with u again."
i ran upstairs into the bathroom.
dey both chased me, i locked the door.
"cme out bitch- ur gonna get fucked raw tonight- we mite as well start now."
i heard jesse whisper sumthin and then faisani said, "her brain is deep- it dont matter whether were related."

they said nuthin and then jesse said, "were gonna knock down the door- by the time we get in there we want u on the floor wiv ur legs spread aprt."
i looked to the mirror.
it was huge.
i knew what i had to do.

I punched the mirror and it broke, my knuckles were bleedin and hurt like fuck.
the door came down and these fuckers werent expecting what i had in my hand
i had a long piece of the glass mirror and was ready to shank dem up wiv it.
"put the shank down,"jesse said.
i told them to get the fuck back.

faisani laufed.
"ill fuckin shank u up!", i sed, "noones ever gonna use me agen."
faisani laufed.
jesse looked at him.
then faisani tried to get the shank from me.
i shanked him in the face.
he fell to the floor screamin, jesse tried to dodge but i just cut him in the leg and kicked him.
i ran downstairs, grabbed my clothes, dropped the shank and ran out of the house and ran.
barefoot runnin at 2 in the mornin in edgware, past the station just runnin and cryin and when i felt my toes startin to bleed i stopped and i knew where i had to go.



I got changed in some alley.
i had to stop myself from cryin so many times.
i didnt even wanna think, i just felt sick, my knuckles werebleedin,
i knewhow to get the night bus to my nans from edgware but i cldnt deal wiv the bus so i walked into a phone booth and found a taxi firm.
i called it.
i checked how much money i had- i had 40, dat would be enuff to get me to my nans.
the cab met me outside edgware station.
i got in and the cab driver asked me where i was goin and he asked me if i was ok and i just started cryin.
"dont worry love- ill get u home safe," he said.
i thanked him.
it took an hour to get to my nans house and when i went to pay him he said, "dont worry about it love- just be happy ok."
i thanked him and got out of the cab and walked to my nans front door and unlocked the door.
"WHOSE DAT!", my nan sounded bare scared.
"nana its me," i said.
i locked the door behind me, she stood at the top of the stairs looking down at me.
i fell to the floor and cried.
she walked down and held me, "deena- what happend 2 u- what happend 2 u baby?".
i cried.
i just cried.


I woke up the next mornin in grandmas bed and she was up brushin her wig.
"deena- are u ok," she asked.
i nodded.
"what happend," she asked, "i know about your mother- she called me and told me."
i nodded.
"but thats not why- deena- what happend- why did u come here at that time last nite- where had u come from- what happend 2 u- were u... did somebdy hurt u."

i didnt say anythin and then i noticed a suitcase.
"where u goin?", i asked.
"my sister Roberta's son is coming from Jamaica today to stay here for a few weeks-his flight gets here at 12 from heathrow- im taking a cab."

"grandma can i stay here," iasked.
"u have to," she said, "ur mother has left."
i sat up and looked at her, she continued, "she called this morning- she's going to stay with your uncle paul in leeds, selfish bitch- after all shes put you and me through- selling her pussy to every stinkin rass who could afford it."
it was so weird seein grandma swear.
"grandma- can i give u my fone to keep- i dont want to speak to any of my friends," i said.
she looked at me and said, "deena what happened 2 u- your eyes- they look so empty."
i said, "im ok now- but please tke my fone," i turned it off and gave it to her.
she put it in her bag and kissed my forehead, "i should have trusted my instincts when i suspected thats how your mother met that father of yours- dirty whore,"
"grandma please," i said, "she's still my mum."
"she need prayer," she said and then she got up and sed, "there's food in the fridge- call your college to get any work ur going to miss."
i nodded.

i got in the shower and as the water ran down my body- it stung.
my stomach started hurtin and then i vomited all over the bathroom- i had the shits and i started shittn everywhere, i felt like i was gonna die.

my head was throbbin and then i remembered that my period hadnt come.
i ran to the toilet- cleaned my ass and got the dettol, bathroom cleaner and cleaned my vomit and shit from the bath, i threw my disposable gloves away and rinsed the bath out and showered again, when i finsihed i smelt my hair. it smelt like cum.

i opend the bathroom cabinet and found the electronic razor grandma used. i did it.
i started with back of my hair and worked my way to the front, i smiled as it came off.
all of it- fallin off my head.
and then when it came to the last piece i took it off quickly and looked in the mirror.
my hair was a level 1. flat and brown.
i touched it- it felt so weird and then i felt the back of my head. i felt like there was a weight off of my shoulders- the hair was on my shoulders i dusted it off.
And then i smiled.

i looked at all the bruises on my body and then i vomited in the sink and touched my tits- they felt supple.i knew what was wrong with me.
I was pregnant.