Show Me Love

By Vaneecia

Keyana is seventeen years old and all she knows is tragedy. After her mother is killed by a stray bullet a monster is unleashed from within her father. One that knows no boundries. Not even with his own daughter.

After enduring the abuse inflicted on her by a man once known as “dad” Keyana snaps. There is no amount of fear that can stop her from putting an end to all of her misery by ending her dad. After doing what she deems a necessary evil Keyana does her best to maintain a healthy life and make something of herself. As she pieces herself back together in walk Romello better known as Rome.

Rome is known on every block, of every street, in every city of Alabama. Or so he thinks. Keyana has never heard of him nor does she want to. A man is only good for breaking your heart and Rome appears to be no different. With multiple women, she stays far far away there is just one problem… Rome wants Keyana and what Rome wants Rome gets.

With all of the ghost in Keyana’s past will she be able to let Rome in? Is Rome able to let go of the street fame and just be about Keyana?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Royalty Publishing House
• Release date: Jan 8, 2017
• ISBN: 9781648403651

Book preview

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Keyana

Seven hundred and sixty-two days. This shit had been going on for seven hundred and sixty-two days. At first, it started off with little glances here and there. Nothing too noticeable when you are just entering your teen years, but then everything changed. After momma was shot by a stray bullet from a drive-by shooting and never made it home, my father, Bennie, changed for the worse. It seemed like without my mom around, all of his mental issues came forward. One of them being his love of teenage girls.

The crazy part was that he barely waited twenty-four hours before he reached his hand under the knee length, black dress I wore to bury my momma, and took something that should’ve never belonged to him. I begged and begged for him to stop, but he never did. Each day he came into my room and forced himself on me, and I couldn’t take it anymore. Tonight, after seven hundred and sixty-two days, I was ending this shit even if it killed me. November 20 th, 2016, would be the last day that anyone took something from me involuntarily.

I knew that tonight would change me forever. Not on the outside, but on the inside. On the outside, I was simply Keyana from down the street, a seventeen-year-old loner. I didn’t talk to anyone; I just stayed to myself and focused on school. I made good grades and worked at Wal-Mart. I was always told that I looked grown based on body alone, and I knew that was the truth. Standing at five feet five inches and 130 pounds, I was what is known as slim thick. I put an hour glass to shame with all the ass and titties I had on me. My skin was deep brown and a hundred percent blemish free. I had big round brown eyes that looked lighter than they were when the sun hit them and my hair was naturally long, but I usually just kept it in a ponytail. I made it a point to hide everything that made me beautiful. To me, it was just a burden that made my father feel it was okay to violate me and I hated everything about it. I would’ve preferred to be shaped like a box, bald and with an extreme case of acne.

There was no logical explanation for what I have endured at the hands of my father. Although at one time he swore I wasn’t his, the issue of paternity had been squashed on my 11 th birthday. At the first utter of doubt, my mom paid for a DNA test with a doctor of his choice and put a rush on it. They conducted three different test from three different doctors just to make sure I was without a doubt his daughter. With that said, I didn’t know why my father felt it was okay to do such disturbingly foul things to me. The paternity results didn’t keep him from using me for his personal satisfaction with each night that passed. I honestly hoped that everything I ever read was true, and that the older you grow the less attracted pedophiles were to you.

I think that was the hardest part for me, using the word pedophile to describe someone that I was supposed to love, and was supposed to love me but that’s what he was. He touched my young body for over a year, and he didn’t seem to see anything wrong with it. I know you are probably wondering why I didn’t just tell someone, but the answer to that is really obvious.

I’ve seen and read about so many rape cases where the dad was the abuser and it never turned out good, especially in cases like mine. His lawyer would say that I just had an active imagination, and was acting out because I lost my mother. My dad would preach about how hard it was being a single father, and how he doesn’t know where he went wrong. From then on, I would be viewed as a problem child and that would only cause more problems for me. I only had seventeen days and thirty-two hours until I was an adult, and I figured I could stick it out until then. That was until last night.

Last night started like all of the other nights; Bennie came into my room and took off his pants. I tried to pretend like I was sleeping, but as usual that meant nothing to him. I just wanted to be able to focus in school the next morning, but my academics meant nothing to him. He slapped me in my face, and I sat up to him stroking himself directly in front of me. I wanted to throw up but the last time I did that, he hit me over and over again until I couldn’t keep my eyes open, so I knew better than to let that happen.

He shoved his penis straight into my mouth and started pumping in and out. I spent the entire time trying not to cry and hoping that would be it for the night, but of course that’s not how it went down. He pulled himself from my mouth and roughly flipped me over. Before I could say no, he had my pants and panties around my ankles and was forcing his penis straight into my ass. I cried so hard I couldn’t even plead for him to stop. He kept kissing all over my body and finally, he stopped. I couldn’t move and he didn’t give a damn.

For an hour, I laid there trying to figure out how to stop it. I finally decided he had to die, and I would be the one to do it. I had honestly been thinking about killing him for months, but this incident cemented into my mind that I had to do it and quickly. I was going to make sure that I didn’t do any time for it though.

With all of his abuse Bennie still made it a point to make sure I had the things I needed. He made sure I always had a phone so he could get in touch with me at all times. I feel like it was mostly so he could belittle me whenever he wanted, but tonight it was going to come in handy. I had a plan to make sure when I killed him, the tone of self-defense was evident. I had put a lot of thought into this plan, and I was hoping it would go off without a hitch.

My plan was simple really. I was going to hide the phone somewhere that I knew he wouldn’t be paying attention with the recorder on. Once he got far enough into the room to be seen on the camera, I was going to beg him to leave me alone, and not to force himself on me again. I wanted to make sure everyone that watched would know it was a regular thing. I had a knife tucked under my pillow; I was going to stab him repeatedly and make sure he was dead. As I said, I had been thinking about doing this for months and I had planned it out carefully. Call me crazy if you want, but you haven’t endured my pain so you don’t know my mental state. I had put the research into figuring out how I could get away with it. I thoroughly studied exactly where, and how far to plunge the knife. There was no going back now because I couldn’t undergo this shit anymore.

It was now eight o’clock and I had everything set up. The camera was set up perfectly and even if it was knocked out of place, there would be enough audio to absolve me of any guilt in the eyes of a jury. I double checked the knife under my pillow then sat on the edge of my bed with my laptop and started writing my midterm.

Through all of this I still managed to maintain a straight A average, and I refused to allow it to slip now. With all of the research I had been doing to avoid being sent to jail for my plan, I had developed a love of the law. I wanted to become a lawyer, and I honestly would do what I had to do to get to where I wanted to be. I was a page and a half into my paper when my door opened. Quarter past eight, right on time. What are you doing, Keyana? Bennie asked me as he stepped into my room.

I didn’t answer him as I felt a hard wave of nausea hit me; I couldn’t look at him without wanting to vomit. Everything about him made me sick. He was vile, and he wasn’t the man I remembered from when I was a child.