Stormy Night

The storm whipped the trees outside and she huddled into her quilt. She began to cry and rock back and forward gripping her teddy bear closely.
“Janae, are you woke?” asked Jazzy.
Janae rolled over a few times and then answered, “Man, what you want?”
“Im scared. I can’t go to sleep,” exclaimed Jazzy.
“Get your mp3 player and let your music put you to sleep. We got to get up in the morning and its 2 a.m.,” said Janae.
Jazzy ran to the dresser to grab her mp3 player, and jumped back in the bed. Ten minutes had passed.
“Janae, are you woke?” asked Jazzy.
“Hhhaaa, what do you want Jazzy? Listen here we not fina kept on doing this tonight,” yelled Janae.
“Im sorry, but this is not working. I keep thinking about that night. And don’t say what night either,” said Jazzy.
Janae quickly got up out the bed to comfort Jazzy.
“Baby sis, don’t begin to cry nor think about it. Daddy handled him the right way. You have nothing to worry about,” explained Janae.
It was one night when Jazzy was 7 years old. Janae was out at a friend’s house and momma was at work. It was a rainy night with the tree branches hitting up against the window. It was only Jazzy and Boo-man at home. Boo-man was Jazzy’s momma boy toy.
Boo-man entered the room and woke Jazzy up and told her to go and get in the tub again. He waited on Jazzy to come back in the room to get dressed.
“Uuummm, Boo-man can you get out so I could change,” asked Jazzy.
“Hell naw I can’t. You know I’ve been eye balling you for a minute and now I got you all alone,” said Boo-man.
“No, you grown ass hell Boo-man and I am a little girl,” yelled Jazzy.
Boo-man threw Jazzy on the bed, and raped her. Then he just left her there crying and bleeding. He left the house to make it seem as if he was there.
Jazzy told her momma and she went looking for Boo-man with Jazzy’s daddy. They found him at a strip club and beat the hell out of him and left him there crying and bleeding like he did Jazzy.