Born into a Lie

Copyright © 2009 by W. Delany.

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Contents

Author’s Bio

Acknowledgements

My Past

Part I In The Beginning

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Chapter 54

Chapter 55

Chapter 56

Chapter 57

Chapter 58

Chapter 59

Chapter 60

Chapter 61

Chapter 62

Chapter 63

Chapter 64

Chapter 65

Chapter 66

Chapter 67

Chapter 68

Chapter 69

Chapter 70

Chapter 71

Chapter 72

Chapter 73

Chapter 74

Chapter 75

Chapter 76

Chapter 77

Chapter 78

Chapter 79

Part II Tragic Reunion

Chapter 80

Chapter 81

Chapter 82

Chapter 83

Chapter 84

Chapter 85

Chapter 86

Chapter 87

Chapter 88

Chapter 89

Chapter 90

Chapter 91

Chapter 92

Chapter 93

Chapter 94

Chapter 95

Chapter 96

Chapter 97

Chapter 98

Chapter 99

Chapter 100

Chapter 101

Chapter 102

Chapter 103

Chapter 104

Chapter 105

Chapter 106

DEDICATION

To my late parents, James and Geraldine, I pray that you (Mommy) have found your way to Daddy and you are celebrating 50 + years from now until all eternity. I love you both so much!

AUTHOR’S BIO

W. Delany lives in Baltimore, Maryland. She is a single mother of one son, but a surrogate mother for many. A former teacher, W.Delany often shared poetry with and encouraged her students to be creative. She is currently writing the sequel to Born into a Lie. Readers, please send emails to: wdelanyauthor@gmail.com.

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

First and foremost I give all honor to the most high God for sustaining power! Lord, you are a keeper, a protector and a way maker. I thank you for the doors you have closed as well as the ones you have opened. The completion of this first novel has been a long time coming. God, I am stepping out on faith and trusting your word, I love you.

To my late parents, James E. and Geraldine W., I love you and thank you for always providing for us, sacrificing for us, for giving us guidance, stability and love. Thank you for encouraging me in all that I do.

To my sister, Wendelyn and my brother, Damon, I thank you for love and support through all that I do. I know you never agreed with all of my choices, but I love you both and I am glad that we are family. To the rest of my family: David Sr., David Jr., Denard, Denelle, Beth, Justin, Kayla, and Kamryn, thank you for love and support always, I love you all. Aunt Peggy, thank you for encouraging me to go forth.

To Travis, Andrea B. Giorgio F., Jennifer M., Don R. and Dan Kennedy, I want to thank you so much for your support, encouragement and feedback. When the first pages were in that composition book and I allowed myself to get discouraged, your words really encouraged me to continue. Quite often, your words of encouragement still motivate me, thank you.

To my godson Joseph and my sons Antonio and Martin, thank you for your encouragement and all your input. Thank you for encouraging me to break free of foolishness and step into my destiny.

To my homie Genuene, thank you for listening to this story in its earliest stages and providing feedback. Thanks for encouraging me to keep writing.

To Roosevelt, I thank you for your suggestion. It was the spark I needed to bring closure to this first project. Thank you for consistency. I pray peace, blessings and love are always bestowed to you.

For the cover illustration, I would like to thank Madartists <http://www.dreamstime.com/Madartists_info> | Dreamstime.com "

To Jahad, I thank you for making it plain. Troubles will arise and trials may come but you must stay focused because that is life. I appreciate you understanding the struggle. It is going to happen for you.

To Charisse, I want to thank you for believing in my project even when I was wavering. It dawned on me that I needed to exert confidence in myself. You will never know how much that meant!!!

To K.P., I want to thank you for every experience for it has made me stronger. There have been many mistakes but He is the best part of us and thus we did something right.

To my heart Gregory, I love you with all that I am. Gregory, you encourage me to continue everyday. I love you and I want you to always keep it pushin’!

To all readers of this novel, I want to thank you for reading this story; I hope you find it enjoyable. Email me and stay connected to W.Delany.

MY PAST

PART I

In the Beginning

CHAPTER 1

I hate you! What did you say to me? I said I hate you! As if I give a fuck what you think of me you little bitch. What makes you think I care if you hate me? Whenever you talk to me, whatever you say, show me some respect. If you hate me so much, say I hate you Mr. Mark, then I could at least respect you. Now, you know what time it is, lay down real still and shut the fuck up! We do not have much time; your Mama will be back very soon. Please do not Mr. Mark. Please! yelled Tyiesha as Mr. Mark pinned his thick, muscular body against her small but developed frame. He began kissing her on her neck and caressing her full, young breast. She could not believe how excited this made him. Prepare for Big Lee, he smirked as he tore off her panties and forcibly entered her. Look, stop squirming and stay still, this will be over soon. Each pelvic thrust made her yell out in excruciating pain. This seems to be lasting forever, thought Tyiesha just before Mr. Mark finally relieved himself in her once again. Damn you are a good lay. You are going make a good ho for a nigga one day. I think we make beautiful music together baby girl, yes we do. No Mr. Mark, I think you are just one sick son of a bitch and I do not care if you hit me again cause that is all you seem to know how to do. Think what you want Tye but remember what I said, this is between you and me. Now, go clean yourself up and change these sheets. Shut that crying shit up. Hurry up I said, your mother is going to be back soon.

Tyiesha stripped the bed, put on new sheets and started the laundry. She made herself a bubble bath and climbed in the bathtub, and began to cry. She hated herself, her life, her mother and most of all Mr. Mark. She soaked herself for a while attempting to make her sore fragile body feel better. Hey girl, hurry up in that bathroom, your Mama will wonder why you are bathing in the middle of the day. Hurry up and get your ass out of there yelled Mr. Mark through the door. Yes Sir replied Tyiesha. I hate him! she thought. She had no one to talk to about her problems, no one except for her diary. It was in there she could express herself and in there where she could finally be free. To be free from her problems is what she longed for. As usual, Tyiesha drained the water out of the tub and wiped the tub dry. Mark told her to do this to remove any suspicions from her mother’s mind as to why she was bathing in the middle of the day. As Tyiesha stood in front of the mirror staring at her small but developed body, she began to cry again. I am not that pretty, she thought peering through her long sandy brown shoulder length hair, which covered her eyes. What does he see in me? Why is this happening to me? If I could just kill myself, I could end this torture. Tyiesha grabbed her diary and sat in the back of the closet in her room, she wrote another line in her best friend.

"Dear Diary,

Mr. Mark raped me again and I do not know what to do. This has been going on for close to two years now. When I was eight, he began kissing me way too much. He would always try to kiss me near my mouth. Mommy would laugh and say he love himself some Tye. When I was nine, he began hugging on me and touching me on my butt and on my chest. He did not do this in front of my mother and I hated it! I knew something was not right. When I was almost ten, he finally did it. I mean, it hurt so badly the first time he put his thing in me. I will never forget that! Mommy went to the laundry mat because our washer and dryer went up. She left early because I was still sleep and she did not want me to go with her because I was getting over a cold. I am not sure how long he waited to come in my room after my mother left. Mr. Mark was lying behind me in my bed when I woke up. I asked him why he was in my bed. He said he was checking on me and he wanted to make me feel better. I told him I felt fine. He started touching my breast and I responded that I did feel fine and he could leave my room. I remember saying that I did not feel right about him touching me on my breast. He told me to be quiet and do what he tells me to do. He said he would not hurt me or tell my mother. He started kissing my neck and I could tell that he did not have any clothes on because I felt the warmth of his body on my back. He started breathing all heavy and I told him to stop. He said, I told you to be quiet and I would not hurt you, but you cannot keep your fucking mouth shut can you. Here’s what I do to people who disobey me. The next thing you know, he pulled my nightshirt up and my panties down and put his thing in me. He covered my mouth because I kept screaming and crying. It seemed like he pounded on my behind for over twenty minutes. The sheets were bloody and my stomach hurt so badly. It hurt to pee. It hurt to move. He poured me a bubble bath, picked me up and put me in the tub. He looked at me and said, You had better not tell your mother! All you had to do is be quiet and let me feel you a little. You bought this on yourself, walking around the house looking all good and stuff! Make sure you dry that tub out too. My mother came home and never noticed anything wrong with me. All she did is cater to him. He slapped her that day because she did not warm up his plate quick enough. This seems to be all that they do most days, fight each other and then make-up the way they do. I could hear her screaming and moaning all the way down the hall. All the countless times they have fought. Why does my mother want him anyway? He smacks her around, gets high and steals everything out our house. She always bragging about the fine man she got. She say stuff like my man is 6ft. 4in., got caramel skin, curly hair and well hung. Why do women want men they have to fight and fuck to be happy? Mommy acts as if she cannot get anybody else. I know she had me when she was 12; but goddamn, I am 11 now. Why can she not see what is happening to me? It is not like she not pretty. She got her head stuck so far up Mr. Mark’s ass she cannot see shit. I know she is getting high too. I feel like I am all alone. Maybe if I kill myself, I can end this torture and I will not have to worry about him touching me anymore. Then Mommy can have him all to herself and he will not have me to play with anymore. By the way, I have not had any period for two months. The month after he first raped me, I started getting my period. That was when I was nine and I came on every month thereafter. I know I do not like bleeding but still I know I should be. I wonder what that means."

CHAPTER 2

Tyiesha. Huh? Come out of that room and put these dishes away. Yes Ma’am, I am coming. Hey QueNetta, how was the store? It was cool Mark; but I wish you were with me. Why Netta, did you miss me baby. Of course I did Mark, did you miss me? You know I did and I am going to show you how much just as soon as you put those dishes away. Boy, you are crazy! No, I was crazy for letting you go to the store with that outfit on! Boy, you are crazy! No Netta I mean it, you are sexier than ever. You lost some weight because you got an hourglass figure going on. Walk for me girl. I will as soon as we put this stuff away. Girl, you are so crazy! Give me a kiss Mark. Come here and sit on Daddy’s lap. Hmm, damn girl, you taste good enough to eat and I will as soon as you put those dishes away. Stop it man. How am I supposed to finish putting away this stuff if you keep tempting me? Oh, guess whom I saw downtown. I do not feel like guessing Netta just tell me. I saw Sherry and Tony. Oh yeah, how are they doing now? They are not looking too well these days. Tony had sores and shit all over his arms. You could see tracks in them. Sherry was walking all bent over. She is missing some teeth and her hair is coming out. Some people do not know how to smoke that shit and stay up. I know that is right. They both look like they are severely sick or something. Then they had to nerve to say we all have to hang out sometimes. I do not want smoke nothing behind neither one of them. I hope that never happens to us Mark. We do our shit in moderation. That will never happen to us so do not even worry about that Netta.

Oh, by the way, Mark, what did Tye do all afternoon? Did Tyiesha have permission to go outside today Netta? No, well, I never said she could not go outside but she never called me to ask either. Why are you asking me this, what happened? Well, I hate to tell you this Baby; but I saw her around all of them boys that hang on that corner. She had on a halter-top and some booty shorts. You know how the little girls do, dancing and shaking around. You know she is a well-developed child for her age. I hate to say this Netta; but she is a little version of you. I kept calling across to her to get her to come in the house and she ignored me. Finally, I made her come inside; she told me how much she hated me. Mark, she had the nerve to tell you what? Yeah Baby, we had sort of a rough afternoon. She can be a little disrespectful sometimes. Do not be too mad at her Netta baby, she was just upset that I caught her. I understand that she is going through puberty right now. No Mark, fuck that, she needs to respect the adults in this house! You are my man and we are getting married soon. The sooner she gets that the better. You have been around her for four years. I am going to teach that girl some respect. Tyiesha, hurry up and get your ass out here-you hot ass heifer. Ma, I am about to come put the dishes away now? I