Secrets Within the Family

There was a knock on the front door of the apartment and Nevah was on the couch watching T.V. She was disoriented and scared because she wasn't expecting any company. Nevah had just arrived home from North Brooklyn YMCA, so she was home alone. Her older step-brother Jamal, was at work and her step-mom along with her younger step-sister and Tanya were out shopping. The knocks sounded again, but, this time, more vigorous than the previous ones. She was very accustomed to being home alone because she always knew how to take care of herself. But somehow, this time, Nevah didn't know what to do and as a result, she felt herself creeping towards the door.
"Who is it?" she found herself asking but there was no answer. Nevah's fear level increased ten-fold.
"Who is it?" she asked again. Still there was no answer.
She looked out through the peephole but saw a distorted face of which she couldn't make out. As she slowly opened the door, a six-foot
ten-inch black man stood before her. He had a Carmelo Anthony knicks jersey over and off white tee-shirt. He looked scruffy and he reeked of marijuana and alcohol. His James Harden-like beard looked as if it wasn't groomed in months. He looked about in his mid to late twenties. It took Nevah a minute to recognize who it was. It was her biological father, Nick Preston.
Nick had had Nevah at the age of sixteen, but when Nevah was three, he left her and her mother, Shontal. Nevah was still trying to figure out why her biological father was there at the apartment.
"Hey Nee-Nee, baby!" he greeted extending out his hands for a hug.
Nevah pushed his arms away. She had not heard the nickname, "Nee-Nee" from her father since she was two years old, and she didn't want to hear it.
"Dad? What are you doing here?" she asked with fear overpowering her voice.
"Oh Nee-Nee," he cooed gently stroking Nevah's cheek with the back of his hairy hand. Nevah cringed at that name. She could easily tell that he was either high, drunk, tipsy or a combination of all three. Nick was inching closer to the door as if he wanted something or someone.
"Dad, what do you want?" she asked trying to push him out the door but Nick was persistent to get inside that apartment.
"Why are you here?"
"Awe baby, I jus' wanna see my Nee-Nee girl again," he slurred stumbling into the apartment.
Nevah's heart nearly jumped out of her chest. Nick stumbled towards the sofa and plopped himself in it. He patted the cushion and motioned Nevah to sit next to him. Nevah was scared frozen. She didn't know what to do, so she finally decided to trudge over to the old, battered, dark red sofa.
"Awe baby, don't be scared," he said.
"Dad, I want you to leave," Nevah commanded.
"Don't worry Nevah, Imma leave," he mocked.
"As in now," she demanded.
His face looked more sinister than before and Nevah still didn't know why her dad was there. Should she still try to force her dad out the apartment? Or should she just go along with the flow of things even though she didn't know what was going on? Once she reached the sofa, she sat down on the side that was the farthest from her father. Nick looked as if he was appalled and offended. He patted the cushion that was directly next to him.
"Awe baby girl, come sit next to your 'daddy'," he pleaded.
Nevah was scared out of her mind. She didn't know why her father was there in the first place because she really didn't want him there at all. She reluctantly scooted closer to her dad.
"So how you've been pumpkin?" he asked rubbing Nevah's thigh.
Nevah brushed Nick's hand off of her thigh. She knew what he was doing but she didn't know how to get him out. She was only twelve years old.He put his hand back on Nevah's thigh again and started rubbing it but it was closer to her privates, and she vividly noticed that her father's expression went from a drunken state to a more hostile one. Nevah felt Nick 's middle finger slide across her vagina. She jumped and squirmed at the touch, and she let out a soft moan. She crossed her legs so her father wouldn't touch her there again, only for Nick to pry them open. Nevah was scared out of her mind and she brushed her father's hand off of her.
"Yeah, you like that don't ya?" he coughed.
"No! Dad, stop! Just leave me alone!" she demanded.
"Ne-vah. Baby..." he condescendingly whispered.
"You know that daddy loves you right?"
Nevah was to scared for words.
"Well do ya!?"
"Get... the hell -out of here you sick bastard!" she spat as her voice broke.
He smiled a demonic smile that showed his yellow, rotting teeth. He raised his hand and brought it down within half an inch away from her cheek. Nevah crouched into a little ball and silently shed a tear. He grabbed her by the collar of her blouse and lifted her up out the sofa.
"Answer me!"
Nevah's heart was beating out of her chest; she felt like she was going to have a heart attack. Nick shook her forcefully.
"Answer me!" he barked again.
"Y-yes," she managed to sheepishly nod.
"Yes who!?"
"Y-yes d-daddy," she wept.
Nick grunted and threw her back down onto the sofa. Nevah hit the sofa with a big bang. Her head barely missing the arm of the chair.
He tried to take her dark blue blouse off her; Nevah wanted to scream but she was too scared to even squeak. She tried to fight back and pull down her blouse but her father was way stronger than her. Every time she would pull her blouse down, her father would just pull it back up.
"Dad stop! Stop! Stop!" she pleaded.
"Shut up!" he barked.
"Please, dad stop! Stop!"
"I said, 'shut up!'"
He backhanded her across the face. The big tomato red bruise contrasted against her high yellow, caramel skin. Tears started to run down her face and her breathing heavy like as if she was dying. She looked around and the room and saw her dad ominously staring back at her with mocking smug on his face.
"Daddy please stop!" she cried out.
"Please! Just stop!"
"Shut up Nevah! Just shut up!"
He once again started trying to take off Nevah's blouse, and Nevah tried to push his hairy, sooty hands off her body. However, he was way too strong for her to even pry off his pinky finger. It was like as if his drunken state made him stronger than Hercules and Arnold Schwarzenegger put together. After literally three minutes, her beautiful blue silk blouse was slightly torn and was pulled up exposing Nevah's bare stomach; barely exposing her bra and breast. She tried writhing around to get free from her father's hold, but every time she would move, the more and more stuck she became. All of a sudden, Nevah felt a THUMP! on the back of her skull and she became unconscious.
When Nevah woke up moments later, she found herself at Brooklyn Hospital lying down in patients clothing on a hospital bed. Her head was throbbing with pain,her back ached and she didn't know where she was. The mixture of blood and salty tears were in was in her mouth. Her breast were still aching. They felt as if they were ripped out of her chest and stapled back on and glued with a hot glue gun.
She looked about the room and saw her concerned family by her bedside. Her step-mom was hovering over her be weeping, and Jamal was on the verge of tears. In the other another part of the hospital room she saw two investigators from the NYPD in dark blue police uniforms . One was a light brown female who reminded Nevah of Beyonce and the other was a hefty Caucasian male with a hairy gray mustache. The male was writing something in his notepad. Both detectives came up towards the side of the hospital bed.
"Hi, there Nevah," the female cop quietly cooed. She had a very thick Brittish accent, well... it was more Canadian than Brittish.
Nevah felt like she was on Law and Order.
" My name is Detective Casey Woods, and this is my partner Lieutenant Dan Brownings. We are from the NYPD. Do you mind telling us what happened?" the Beyonce look alike said.
"I...I," Nevah started. She began whimper than she began to cry.
"It's alright hun, take your time sweetheart," the lieutenant reassured. He reached out his hand to fix her bird's nest of hair. Nevah flinched and her crying increased in volume. Lieutenant Brownings pulled his hand back and wrote something in his notepad.
"Nevah what happened?" Jamal asked.
"I-I don't know,"Nevah responded.
Nevah looked at her her bleached out jeans that were hanging on top of her torn blouse and noticed that there was a liquid around the crotch area of her pants. Panicking, Nevah patted her crotch area and noticed that there was semen around her vagina. She looked up dismayed.
"No!" she mumbled.
Jamal looked up worried.
"What's wrong Nevah?" he asked.
Nevah touched her vagina again and felt the same sperm around her pelvis.
"No! No! No!" she got louder.
Then her stepmother, Trisha join the conversation.
"What is it baby?"
"That sick, twisted little bastard!" Neavah cried out.
Trisha look as if she was about to faint.
"Nevah, what happened?" asked Detective Woods.
"That creep raped me!"
Jamal balled up his first; he was getting furious.
"Nevah, what did he look like?" Dan asked.
The detectives took out their notepads out and readied them to take notes.
"Um.... well," Nevah started to think.
" Um.... he was tall, had a big black hairy beard, he was black and...and.."
"Do you know what he was wearing?" Lieutenant Brownings asked.
"I think he was wearing a Knicks jersey and white T-shirt," Nevah continued.
"Anything else?"
"Did he have anything unique about him? Ya know, like any tattoos or anything like that?" the detective asked.
"Well, he did smelled like he was drinking and smoking weed or something," Nevah responded.
Detective Woods wrote that down.
"Did you notice anything?" said Brownings.
"Well, he did kept on calling me his, 'Nee-Nee girl'."
Trisha's face went completly blank. She cupped her hand over her mouth.
"Oh my God!" she gasped.
Trisha began to tremble and little rivers of tears started to flow down her face.
"Ma'am? Are you ok?" asked Dan.
"I-I-I I know who it is." she whimpered.
"Ms. Anderson, do you mind telling my partner who you think it is?" Casey replied.
"Nick," she spat disturbed.
Dan chimmed in writing adamently in his notes.
"Does Nick have a last name?" Dan asked.
"P-Preston.N-Nick P-Preston," Trisha replied.
"So a tall black man with a big black hairy beard, wearing a Knicks jersey and a white T-shirt named Nick Preston raped you Nevah?" repated Casy.
Nevah busted out in tears and nodded shamefully.
Detective Woods knelt next to Nevah's bed and fixed her maatted hair.
"Don't worry Nevah, we will do everything in our power to help you," she cooed.
"Th-th-thank you so much," Nevah whimpered.
"Do you mind telling my partner and I what exactly happend?" the Lieutenant asked.
"I-I-I was at the apartment and I heard a-a knock on the door and I asked, 'Who is it?' but no one answered. The knocks just got louder. So I asked again, 'Who is it?' but there was still no answered. Then-"
"It's ok sweetheart, take ya time," Detective Woods said.
Nevah sighed a deep sigh.
"Th-then I-I answered the door and...and he came in and started touching me all over my body..." she continued.
"Where on your body did he touch you?" Dan asked.
Nevah started to whimper and cry.
"Take your time sis," Tayna said patting her step-sister's shoulder blade.
Nevah cried some more then finally said, "M-my boobs and down there..."
"You mean your privates?"
Nevah nodded submissively and the waterworks started up again. Jamal began to pace the room, his fist were balled up and was breathing real hard, Trisha almost passed out.
"Oh...my God!" Trisha said.
Tisha and Tayna walked out the room.
As they were leaving the room, a nurse walked into the room. She walked with a slight limp in there right leg. She looked about the room, exposing her mole that took residence on her right cheek just above her lip. She had a slight New Jersey accent.
"Hi Nevah I'm Nurse Magooni, I'd be taking you of you," She informed.
"Ok. Are you going to hurt me too?" Neavah asked innocently.
"Awe no sweetie pie. We will never hurt you," Magooni said.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm one hundred percent positive," the nurse replied.
The nurse turned to face Lieutentant Brownings, Detective Woods, and Jamal and motioned them to leave the room.
"I'm soo sorry but I have to ask youse guys to leave the room. Gots to run some tests," she gently but adamently comanded.
"Yes ma'am," Detective Woods said exiting the room; Dan followed suit. Then after a minute or so Jamal left. Walking out through the room door he turn to see his little step-sister and mouthed the phase, "I love you, sis."