The Diary of a Side Chick 6

By: Tamicka Higgins

A Naptown Hood Drama

Chapter 1

Embarrassment and humiliation can take its toll on just about anyone. However, these two terrible feelings will really affect someone who has already had to deal with hard times. When Desirae ran back into her mother’s house, after taking the naked beating in the front yard from Greg’s wife, Veronica, her heart pounded. She held her chest all the way up the steps, across the porch, and in through the front door. Once inside of her mother’s living room – the very doorway that was next to where she’d been on her knees for Greg – Desirae quickly slammed the door shut. There she was, alone in the house except for her sleeping twins upstairs. Her round ass pushed against the door as she tried to come to grips with what had happened.

“I don’t fuckin’ believe this!” Desirae said to herself. She looked at her beautiful, thick body. There were cuts and leaves and bits of grass on just about every visible area. The side of her face stung from Veronica’s hard slaps, and her head throbbed from having been hurt so badly. Her eyes swelled with the tears from her horrifying experience – tears that would soon roll down the sides of her face and drip off of her jaw, onto her mother’s floor.

Desirae buried her face in her hands, shaking her head as she imagined all of the eyes looking at her. There were so many people from up and down the street who came walking up. Nobody did anything to stop it, which was really no surprise to anyone, not even Desirae. She thought about how she’d seen Tron. His eyes were so cold and indifferent toward her when she’d finally gotten up off the ground. There he sat, in his SUV, as if he had simply pulled over on the side of the road to make a phone call or send a text. Within seconds, Desirae’s blood boiled.

“Fuck him!” she yelled out loud, thinking that maybe Tron had been the person to tell Veronica where Greg was. Desirae then came to her senses, realizing that all of that happening probably wasn’t likely. She shook her head, unable to pull her soul out of the shame. Never in her life had she thought she’d get drug across her mother’s front yard, naked.

Desirae rushed quickly toward the dining room. She looked back at the large living room window. Through the slits in the purple sheer curtains, she could see that people were starting to make their way back down the street. Desirae huffed as she continued to the dining room.

“I just got my ass beat over some little dick ass nigga!” Desirae yelled and her fists balled with frustration. “I don’t fuckin’ believe this shit. I just got my ass beat like that, in front of everybody.”

Desirae wrapped some ice in a clean washcloth and held it over her swollen eye. She climbed the steps to the second floor after taking a quick glance at her sons, Titan and James. Her legs jiggled as she hurriedly climbed the steps. Much of her spirit was dampened by what she was going to see in the bathroom mirror. With how her face felt, Greg’s wife had really given it to her.

Desirae walked into her mother’s bathroom at the end of the hall. “Fuck!” she yelled, upon seeing her face.

Scratches slashed across the smooth, brown skin of her cheeks. Both eyes were somewhat blackened, with the left one being far more noticeable than the right eye. Above her eyes, at just about the middle of her forehead, was a leaf of some sort. She pushed it away then went back to assessing the damage. She then noticed how red the sides of her cheeks were under the scratches, not to mention how red and wet her eyes looked.

Desirae’s eyes then moved to her lower body. Just like downstairs in the living room, it was very clear that she’d just gotten into a fight while naked. Parts of her body, now in the light and mirror of her mother’s bathroom, were blotched with dirt and grass. She quickly wiped them away. Her stinging shins were clear indicators that she’d been drug around a little bit during the fight. A few of her nails had broken off also, while there were patches in her hair where Veronica’s unbelievable, and almost manly, grip had taken its toll.

Desirae’s chest pumped up and down as she pulled the ice away from her face and looked at herself in the mirror. She couldn’t do anything except think about Tron, as he had been the last person whose eyes she’d seen before rushing back into the house.

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