DEENA SKET CHAPTER 56

I looked at Paula. She was bleeding. Then i looked at Murda and Damon. My stomach started to hurt.
"Wagwun Deena," Murda laughed. Damon nodded at me.
Paula was cryin. "Virgin no more," Damon said. Icey was standing behind them zippin up his jeans.
Imagine all these man in this small flat, naked man and two chicks. I looked to chanels dad, "please let her go, i'll stay, just dont touch her, ill do anythin, i'll leave the money but please just let her go," i said.
Chanels dad looked at me, "why- you know her?".
"Please," i said, "just let her go home, dont touch her, i'll be here."
"We already beat her out," Murda said, "she might as well get lined up now."
"Take the 3grand," i told Murda, "just leave Paula alone please."
Paula wiped her tears.
"Alright fine," Chanels dad said, "we'll let paula go if you suck my dick right now."
I looked at Paula,"not in front of her though."
"She's seen everytin already," Damon said.
"Alright alright," chanels dad said, "get her dressed and take her home, then you man come back here."

Damon looked vex but he didnt say nuttin. Paula got dressed and left the flat with Murda and Damon.
"Time to suck."
I got on my knees, he whippd out his dick.
I slowly put it in my mouth. He cried out. i licked the tip, i pulled it out of my mouth slowly and stuck my tongue out, i smacked his thick dick againstmy tongue and looked up at him. all his boys started gettin hype and horny.
one of them got behind me and started feelin my pussy. i was suckin chanels dads dick so hard.

Then another stood in front of me and whipped out his... is that supposed to be a dick. it looked like one of them mini sausages. i put it in my mouth, i tried to suck it but tru say it got lost in my mouth. i wanted to laugh but this guy was some big hench bre. he buss. thank God. "Put her on the bed, her pussy fi dead."

They picked me up and took me into a room.
"Please wear a condom," i said. they laughed. at this point there were 15 man in the room. chanels dad got on top of me and put it in me, it hurt so much. i felt disgusting.
"you need to relax," he said, he slapped my face, "bring in some ganja."
they brought in.
"smoke it."
i put it to my lips and took a puff, i coughed as he started to finger me. his fingers were so coarse, it was a like getting lined up by monsters. their breath smelt of weed, they had bo but they thought that cheap deodorant would mask the smell.
i was just gettin fucked.that was it, i was lyin there just gettin fucked. just gettin beat out. it didnt feel nice or nuthin. it didnt feel good, it hurt. bareback. gettin lined up. i lost count. tears ran down my left eye whenever someone buss in me. i closed my eyes and remembered gettin raped, i just cried, my neck being held on, my face bein slapped. my tits bein sucked by teeth that felt like they were covered in grit.
at that moment i stopped livin and i killed myself, i stopped feeling anything. i felt like my heart had stopped beatin. i looked up at the man fuckin, he looked down at me and said, "you lis dis dick bitch"
then he punched me and when my head spun to the left and fell on the pillow it stayed there, something was bleedin- i didnt know what as i was getting fucked.
I dont even know how many hours this lasted. i just remember bein in the bed and the lights being off and the door being closed.
After an hour I got up slowly and fell back on the bed, i looked down, my pussy was bleeding. I got up really slowly and tried not to cry, it was almost impossible to walk. I walked into the mainroom, it was empty, i looked and saw a black nike bag. i opened it. it was empty. THEY HAD TAKEN MY MONEY.
I started cryin as i put on my dress. i looked outside of the window, it was stil dark, i looked at the time, it was 2in the mornin. my pussy was stingin and bleeding, my mouth was swollen and some of my tracks had fallen out.
I fixed my dress and walked into the bathroom, it was coveredin piss. I cried and stumbled out. I walked out of the house.
They had jacked my phone, my clutch bag. Everythin. the 2 bills i got from the priest gone,but i looked on the floor and saw my card, i picked it up, i looked at it.
I was so shook to leave but i knew i couldnt stay. I walked out of the flat and stumbled out of the estate down the stairs and walked out of it. I cried.

. As i walked the streets, bare cars beeped me, one guy rolled down his windows and told me to get in. I ignored him and just went looking for a pay phone, I was in hackney. i was cryin so hard. i needed to get back to sorcha's. I walked into a taxi cab place and asked for a cab to sorcha's address. I got in the cab with the driver and told him i needed to take money out for him when we got near sorchas house. We were in the cab and i was in the back, the rain hit the window as i cried. We got Sorcha's bits and i saw a cash machine, i told him id be back and walked to the machine. i took out 30 pounds and as i was going to get back into the cab i saw a church.

I walked to the cab and paid him and told him i would walk home. He drove off and i looked at the church. It was an old one and it was open. I limped into it and when i walked in, i realized how quiet it was, it was lit by candles and all the pews were empty and i sat in the last one, i didnt even know wat i was doin. I just bowed my head and prayed, i didnt even know what i was prayin for- i just prayed and then ilooked up.
"Hello,".
It was a priest. "May i sit next to you," he said. I budged up and he sat next to me.
"Whatever pain you're going through won't last forever," he said. I looked up at him and he gasped.
"DEENA!", he said,.
WTF. How did he know me.
"Yeah?", i said.
"Deena, I havent seen you since you used to come in with your grandma, how are you?".
I looked at him and started to recognise him vaguely.
"Deena, whats wrong," he said.
I looked at him and cried, "everythin, everythings a mess, i have noone."

He looked at me and said, "I knew there was a reason I had the idea to leave the church open today,".
I looked at him, "Do you know your mother came to this very church on a night like this when she was about your age,"he said.
His face started to look more familiar, he was my nans priest, i hadnt been church since i was like three or four.
"Ive done so many bad things," i said, "i feel so sick, i feel dead."
He said, "Why do you think God made tommorow, you have another day to make it right,."
I sobbed and bawled, "I have noone, not my mum, not my nan, not my dad."
"What about your older sister- does she keep in touch?".
I looked at him, "I dont have a sister," i said.
He looked bare confused, "Of course you have a sister Deena, do you keep in touch with her?".
I got up, "i dont have a fuckin sister!," i shouted.



"Deena, you do," he said, "I know that because I christened her - you are not your mums only child."