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trailing behind me, I glanced at the clock. 6:45 p.m. Practice had run a little late today and CJ would be here at 7:30 to take me to dinner. I still had to shower so he needed to hurry up and leave. Being around Cash always made me uneasy. It was something about the way he looked at me; he would always find reasons to touch my hair, rub my cheek, or hug me. At first I thought it was okay, I mean he is my uncle, but the older I got the creepier it became. He would make comments on my clothes, tell me that my skirt was too short, or that my jeans hugged me too tight, he wasn’t my father so why did he give a shit? I caught him staring at my ass a few times but I always brushed it off because he was drunk.
    “There’s the phone, make it quick cause I got somewhere to go.” I opened the door in the hallway leading upstairs to my room and tossed my book bag on the steps.
“Ca…” I almost screamed as I turned around to find him staring me dead in my face.
“You are so fucking pretty. The older you get the more you look like your mother.”
Biting down on his bottom lip, Cash leaned on the railing for support as he walked up the stairs.
“You’re just a lighter sexier version with blue eyes.”
    What the fuck was this nigga talking about? Did he just admit to having a thing for my mother, his sister? I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. He was my uncle. How could he even look at me in that way? We were family.
    “You had to come up here to tell me that?” I tried to side step him and get back downstairs but he wouldn’t move. I cocked my head to the side and gave him the “nigga get out of my way look” but he wasn’t budging. “Excuse me.”
    I could smell the liquor on his breath and I knew from the glazed crazy look in his eyes he was lit. He reached out to try and touch my hair but I backed further up the stairs. I could see where this was going. I hoped that someone would come and stop him before this went to far.
    “Didn’t you say you had to use the phone?”
    “Nah, I got some other things that I need to take care of first.” Cash grabbed his dick as he anticipated his next move. “I bet all those lil’ niggas at your school be sniffing all up yo ass. You ain’t shit but a dick tease. You need to let me show you what a man can do.”
    I felt sick, like I was going to throw up at any minute. All these different scenarios began to run through my head and I thought I would know what to do in this situation; kick him in his shit and run; but I didn’t. I stood frozen, scared, and frightened. If I screamed would anyone hear me? It was like some shit you see on one of those after school specials on Lifetime. This wasn’t happening to me. This was some type of joke right? It had to be. It felt like my heart stopped beating as he began to slide his hands across my breasts and although I couldn’t control it, my nipples became hard.
    Cash mistook my fear for arousal as he continued to caress me. “Oh you like that don’t you? I knew you were a hoe, you blue-eyed bitch.” My voice was a hoarse whisper as I tried to speak. “Get the fuck out.”
    “Get out?” Running his hand across the band of her shorts Cash caught a glimpse of the red panties she was wearing and licked his lips. “I haven’t even got in yet.”
    In one swift motion he grabbed my ankles causing me to fall backwards and I felt my head crack against the stairs.
“Shit!” Think Asjiah think. I put every ounce of strength I had into my foot as I kicked him and tried to run up the stairs.
“You little bitch!” Stumbling down the stairs Cash became infuriated as he felt blood trickle down his nose. “Oh, you like it rough huh?”
    “Agh!” I don’t know which was worse, the thought of what would happen if I stopped fighting, or the pain rushing through my fingers as my nail beds separated as I struggled to get a grip on the carpet.
    I felt his hands around my ankles and the door to my bedroom seemed miles away as we