story section 2 and stuff

I have to admit, I get steamed up over a few unnecessary things. One of these thing is when people complain about having a teeny tiny problem that they know I'm having a huge problem with because I'm sick, but they just complain all the same. 

Maybe they don't realize it's the same problem, even though I speak of the problem often. Since I don't agree with making a big, ugly scene I just let it go. But, I think it's funny how it's becomes a big deal once it's no longer just my problem! 

None of it matters, anyway. It isn't a big deal, I just wanted to point out that people can be mean and self absorbed sometimes.  I have been self absorbed in my life, so I guess I deserve it in return.

Alas, none of it matters because there are more pressing issues, like the next section of The Boys From This Neighborhood. Section 2 today. I hope the section was a good size. I'll figure it out as we go along.

From The Boys From This Neighborhood:

The sound of intoxicated laughter now filled her apartment. Suki listened as the girl continued to flirt with the boys, just as she had that night. Suki remembered swaying to the music, teasing the boys with her ability to dance. She had known she looked good that night: her long black hair loose, her five-foot-six curvaceous body barely covered in her short black dress.

            Suki caught her reflection in the mirror on the wall and examined herself. She knew that she could easily pass for twenty-one. Tonight her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, exposing her prominent cheeks bones and hazel eyes. She was wearing baggy Levi’s and a large shirt. She wore no make-up to glamorize herself tonight.

            Suki couldn’t help but listen to the drunken girl giggling over the attention from the boys.

            “I need another drink,” the girl slurred.

            “Coming right up,” said a second boy, another familiar voice.

            Suki thought back to that night, the night she partied with those boys, and shivered even in the sticky August heat. She had only a couple of beers that night, but she had felt so free. She had wanted to dance all night. The boys had other ideas about what she could do all night. She could picture the four of them.

            As the boys continued to convince the drunken girl to leave the party with them, Suki’s feeling of unease increased.

            Boom ba boom boom. “Why is it so damn hot!” She felt tense. She wanted to call out to the girl, to tell her to turn-run-hide, anything to get away from those boys.

            Instead, she stared out the window. The humidity was causing her clothing to stick to her body. The music was driving her crazy.

            Suki remembered how the boys had insisted that she leave with them. She had told them over and over how she would rather stay and dance, just as the drunken girl was doing tonight. Suki also remembered how the tallest boy had grabbed her arm so tightly guiding her out of the party and on to the street. He had kept his vice-like grip on her arm while the five of them made their way to a deserted alley a couple of blocks away.

            Suki was stuck between a garage, a dumpster, and the four boys. The boys created a cage around her. She could see between them, yet she could not escape. She knew that she could not get away, and that screaming would prove useless in this neighborhood. She was consumed with such overwhelming fear that she felt nauseous.

            “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Just like your slut mother,” the boy with the greasy hair said.

            “That’s the great thing about these white trash chicks, they always want it,” the boy with the knife tattooed on his arm said knowingly.

            The boys all laughed as one of them pushed her to the ground. The only boy who had not yet spoken held her arms above her head, pushing them into the asphalt. Suki tried to block out the boys voices as they discussed how much she wanted each of them inside of her, and how hot and wet she would feel. She was alarmed by their excitement, and how comfortable they appeared in this situation. Suki realized that this must have been routine for them.

            She shook violently as one of the boys ripped off her panties and threw them into the street.

            “She’s squirming because she wants me so badly,” he said.

            “Then you better go first,” another boy said with a laugh.

            “We better get busy before somebody comes,” said the boy holding her arms.

Thanks for reading. There will be more tomorrow!

peace and love,
sunee