Tyrell Plair - Stolen Innocence

Stolen

Innocence

Tyrell Plair

Copyright 2019 by Tyrell Plair
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Creative Direction by Tyrell Plair

Interior formatting and Cover Design by Still Standing Publishing, LLC

Printed in the United States of America

First Printing, 2019

ISBN 9781081551667

Acknowledgements

I want to start by first thanking God for giving me the will and motivation to write this book. There were times where I felt like a fish out of water trying to write this book, and I almost threw in the towel several times. To my mom -- Valenica, sister Taress, my kids Darren and Shanelle, and my Aunt Tracy Lewis, your love and support has been a driving force for me.

I'd like to thank my cousin Maijah Adams Plair that always stayed on me to keep writing, mainly so that she could get her copy. Also, my homeboys that always picked up my slack when I chose to write while they worked. Lance Jean Jacques a.k.a. "the heart of the streets" of Coconut Grove, Stephen 'Wayne' Dunlap, and Charlie Foster.

To my homeboy/brother from another Eddie "T.J." Johnson, you are the real definition of a friend. Without someone to give you constructive criticism, you will always be setting yourself up for failure in this world. Fortunately for me, I had a few people that served that purpose. Alonzo L. Strange author of the "Tit 4 Tat" trilogy and Jermaine "Blaze" Williams. People that told me what I needed to hear and not what I wanted to hear when reviewing this body of work. Bobby Wells, I knew if you liked it, then it was good, thanks for your help."

Last but not least I'd like to thank the family and friends which are too many to name that I didn't mention. None of you are forgotten in my eyes. Tyrone Plair...my twin brother, and the realest person I know. Thanks for everything bro. You told me I was gonna do it, and I did it.

To my wife Marsha, I am truly blessed to have a loving, supporting woman such as yourself. Thank you for all you do for me, and our family.

Table of Contents

Chapter One 11

Chapter Two 19

Chapter Three 33

Chapter Four 39

Chapter Five 47

Chapter Six 51

Chapter Seven 66

Chapter Eight 77

Chapter Nine 89

Chapter Ten 95

Chapter Eleven 106

Chapter Twelve 112

Chapter Thirteen 117

Chapter Fourteen 120

Chapter Fifteen 128

Chapter Sixteen 134

Chapter Seventeen 139

Chapter Eighteen 144

Chapter Nineteen 147

Chapter Twenty 151

Chapter Twenty One 155

Chapter Twenty Two 159

Chapter Twenty Three 167

Chapter Twenty Four 173

Chapter Twenty Five 177

Chapter Twenty Six 184

Chapter Twenty Seven 191

Chapter Twenty Eight 195

Chapter Twenty Nine 199

Chapter Thirty 202

Chapter Thirty One 207

Chapter Thirty Two 218

Chapter Thirty Three 223

Chapter Thirty Four 229

Chapter Thirty Five 238

Chapter Thirty Six 244

Chapter Thirty Seven 247

Chapter Thirty Eight 250

Chapter Thirty Nine 253

Prologue

"No! Marcus...stop... get off! Youre...aah...hurting me. somebody help... Moma!"

I screamed as loud as I could, to no avail. The house was empty. I was left alone to deal with the violation, and humiliation that comes from being raped.

"Shut the... fuck...up...or I'll break your face bitch! He yelled as I struggled underneath him.

"Oh my god!" I thought as I laid there feeling like a piece of hot steel was trying to rip my private spot apart. How could this be happening to me? How could someone that has been a father to me since I was seven years old, do this to me? My 14-year-old mind could not come up with any logical explanation. This was not how I wanted to lose my virginity. I never wore skimpy clothes or acted like I wanted to be grown. I was just a 14-year-old kid that made straight A's in school, came straight home to read, and stayed to myself. A million thoughts were running through my mind as my body became numb to what was happening to me. Marcus continued to pump his massive body up and down on me as the liquor, cocaine, and rage consumed him.

"Damn you got a tight little box...better than your mama's. If I had known you'd be this good... He ranted as if it was right for him to compare the body of a 14-year-old to a grown woman.

His breathing became rapid, his pumping became faster, his grip on my arms became tighter, the pain between my legs became more intense. Then all of a sudden, he began jerking, and moaning as I felt him release inside of me. Marcus collapsed onto my chest with his 220-pound frame, sweating as if he'd run a race. I could barely breathe.

Marcus raised his head and looked into my eyes to see me gasping for air. He rolled off of me, and I could feel the air from the floor fan blowing between my legs as if it was trying to blow out the fire that I felt. I looked down to see blood, and Marcus' semen running out of me onto the floor. All I could do was cover my face and cry. I cried for the pain and anger I felt as Marcus stood over me, wiping himself off as if nothing happened. I cried for the pain that I would cause my Moma as I told her what happened. I cried for the many times I watched the news, and for the things I said I would do if someone tried to violate me like I was big and tough. In reality, I was just as helpless. A busted lip, and the pain I felt between my legs was proof enough.

Marcus raped me three times in a two-hour span. The third time I felt nothing. No pain, no crying, I was defeated. Marcus got off of me and walked off as I laid there in what felt like a pool of blood and semen. He returned, wiping himself off. Here. He said, as he tossed me the warm wet towel, that he just cleaned himself with.

"Clean yourself up before your Moma comes home. Alicia, you should know how much I love you... this doesn't change that."

Un-fucking-believable...he loves me? I was always told never to hurt the people you love. If this was love, I never want to be loved. I thought to myself as I stared at him with nothing but hate in my eyes.

Marcus began telling me that I was just so beautiful and how I reminded him of my mom when they first met. How they haven't been having sex lately, and the drugs and alcohol had him confused. By the time he realized it was me, it was too late, and I felt too good. I sat there shaking, envisioning that I was blowing his head off with a shotgun. I knew if I made a run for the phone that Marcus would probably kill me. I looked at my Garfield clock on the wall and realized it was almost time for him to go to work, which I prayed he did. I was right as I watched Marcus nasty ass strip out of the blood-stained boxers that he wore while he raped me and put on his mechanic overalls.

"Alicia, you know you can't tell nobody what happened. You're just as guilty as I am... I've always treated you like my own." He said as he knelt down next to me and ran his fingers through my hair the sick bastard.

"I have to go to work, so clean this room up, and do your homework!" He said with a smile. "I'll see you when I get home," Marcus said as he kissed me on the forehead and left as if he had done nothing wrong.

As soon as he left, I barricaded the front door and called the police. They arrived about 5 minutes before my Moma got home. They were still trying to convince me to open the door when I heard my Momas voice. I moved the couch that I had against the door and stood back as three uniformed officers rushed in, going to every room of our tiny apartment. My mom came in with a look of concern on her face as she pulled me into her arms,