Baby Girl dot Com

By D.R. Williams

A young rape victim gets even with her father. In the interim this young victim decides to start a revenge for hire business that quickly gains support throughout the country. The web site Baby Girl dot Com soon becomes the go to site for young women and even men who are victims and have no where else to turn. When justice fails the many hopeless, the vigilante heart of Carla awakens strong and determined to right the wrongs, her quest grows.

• Language: English
• Publisher: D.R. Williams
• Release date: Oct 24, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465703422

D.R. Williams

It is my hope, my writing will move and inspire the reader. I welcome all critiques, good or bad. Any suggestions which will help me become a better writer will be appreciated. Enjoy D.R. Williams

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BABY GIRL DOT COM

Baby Girl dot Com

By

D.R. Williams

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www.theblackdavinci.com

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Copyright © 2011 by Donald R. Williams

Cover Art Copyright © 2011 by www.theblackdavinci.com

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INT. SHANNON'S (ABANDONED) BAKERY - DUSK

NORTH OAKLAND, CALIFORNIA

CLOSE-UP

A young nude, Vietnamese, African American mixed woman is dazed lying on the cement floor. A medium built muscular black man in his late forties has her arms pinned and is raping her. She winces from the pain of her head scraping against the broken pieces of glass and debris. Tears stream down her bruised face. She fixes her glare on the pigeon perched on a corner cross beam above.

HENRY

Damn you, baby girl, do you see what you made me do? I didn't want to slap yo ass around. Damn it girl, just lay yo ass here, and let me finish. Ooooh wee girly, and why ain’t you wearing' no panties. Were you expecting' this shit? Who was you gonna give this to?

I bet it is some punk with a half grown dick, barely got hair on his balls. Boy will you look at that, hold it right there. Oh, yeah, that's it, that's it. Damn girl, you make a grown nigger wanna shout up in here."

"Man, this is some good pussy. You ain't bleedin' from your head hittin’ the floor, are you? Looks like I see a little something on the floor, you will be ok though. Man, this is good girl.

Wait, wait, oh no, oh no, all right here it comes. Oh' my God, oh...my...God, No, no, no, no, no, ooooh yeah, yes it is, yes it is, yes it is. Oh, Lawdy. Damn baby girl, you almost gave me a heart attack.

He slumps over and kisses her on the forehead. Before he retracts, he licks her from face to vagina and then kisses her pubic hair. Henry struggles to stand, realizing his knees are not as young and strong as they used to be. Straddling the young still prostrate girl, he cups his dick with his forefinger and thumb, and wipes it, raining droplets of semen onto her face and breasts. The girl still looking at the pigeon, then turns and stares at Henry.

EXT. BAKERY STORE FRONT

There is a broken sign hanging over the entrance on one chain, the breeze slaps it against the chipped stained glass picture of a wedding cake. The sign reads, 'We pleasure all of your senses', against a colorful array of donuts, pastries cakes, and pies.

INT. VIEW OF HENRY AND CARLA FROM THE CEILING THEN SWEEP AROUND AND PAUSE FROM BETWEEN THE BACK OF HENRY'S LEGS LOOKING AT CARLA

The pigeon startled takes flight-leaving feathers drifting to the floor as it disappears in an open rafter. Henry turns, surveys the room, and assured they are alone looks back at his daughter while pulling up his oiled stained pants.

HENRY

Listen woman; do not go running off at the mouth about this. Your Aunt would sho' nuff put a bullet in my old ass if she knew about this. You know, me being your daddy in all. You know baby, white folk’s do this kinda shit all the time. Only difference is they sweep it under the rug. It becomes THE family secret.

Shoot, I used to work with a white woman over in San Francisco; every man in her family had fucked her before she was twelve.

Anyway when you get home, take a bath or something, cause you a bit ripe under the arms, and the snatch, damn baby. Do you douche?

Hey, put some fresh lard on some of those bruises, sorry about being so ruff, but hey, ya know. Oh yeah, flush yourself out with some vinegar or whatever that shit is your aunt uses to keep her smelly old pussy half way fresh.

CARLA

Can we do it again daddy? We got time. Can we do it again?

HENRY

What...damn girl, that is what I am talking' a...bout. You see, it is that kinda freakiness that will keep you a husband forever. Girl, I know it was good to you, but are you just messing with me? It do not matter none, besides I have to go meet Reverend August at the St. James church, and take care of a few errands.

CARLA

C'mon daddy, let's do it again. Me love you long time. I believe mama used to say that to you when you were in Vietnam. She love you long time soldier, long time.

HENRY

I am glad you freaky and all but, I really do have to go. Maybe we can do this next time. I can lay this pipe on you as often as you need it, ain’t nothing' wrong about you wanting a real man. I have not heard that saying since I was in the service. You right girl, yo mama was something' else. Man could she stretch a nigga's dick. Under the cover's with her was like a three ring event.

CARLA

C'mon daddy...me love you long time. Can I give you a blow job? Then you can go to your meeting. How do I do it daddy, I'm not sure what to do? Can you teach me?

Carla struggles to her knees, clutching a piece of broken goblet in her right hand.

HENRY

Oh yeah, I can teach that and a lot more. You know, what the fuck,I can make a few minutes. Well look at this, before I even get my pants off, little Henry is still excited to see you again. He must really, like you.

Be gentle sweetheart just suck on it baby, nice and easy. Ooooh, I like the way you rub my legs honey, but as tired as I am, let's get on with this. I'm waiting' ba...by, aghhhhhhh, Oh my God, what the fuuuuccck...aghhh!

CLOSE-UP

Carla quickly thrusts the sharp goblet piece into the back of his inner thigh and quickly draws to the front of leg. As blood gushes from his femoral artery, Henry floats to the floor and dies. Carla sits Indian style watching the cascade of flowing blood cover her toes.

CARLA

Me, love you long time daddy, long time. Ain't that what mama used to say?

CLOSE-UP

In a dark, corner of the room a bloodshot pair of eyes silently disappear back into its cardboard mansion.

DREAM STATE

INT. ST. JAMES CHURCH OF GOD IN CHRIST - NIGHT

Carla put her clothes on and walked barefoot over to Reverend August Majestic's empty church. She sat in the tepid baptismal water and soaked. Looking out onto the neatly rowed pews remembering the funeral, which took place just three days earlier?

REVEREND MAJESTIC

Bishop Jimmy Mayfield lost a dear wife. Now I want this congregation to do the right thing; dig into your purses, wallets and dust off those cobwebs and