Revised:Reliving a Monologue

"I'm only thirteen and my momma is always screaming at me telling me 'Keyshia do this, Keyshia do that'. Little do she know her man is whispering 'Keyshia come here'. He would wake me up in the middle of the night just so his pleasures can be fulfilled, and sometimes he wouldn't wait that long. I would kick and scream, and beg him to leave me alone. I would scream out 'Mammmmma!’. Only forgetting that she's not, or should I say never at home. You know, I wish my daddy wasn't in jail. Maybe he could save me, but I can only do so much that he goes against my will and take advantage of me anyway. It hurts so bad sometimes that I can't even close my legs, and it's even more worse how my momma don't even know I lost my virginity to a man she put her trust in. He put all these sorts of thoughts into my head telling me that no one loves me. Not even my own momma. That's the reason I don't like going to school. I get into numerous of fights, I'm always in the guidance counselor office, and I'm known as the girl with a bad attitude. Hey, but what do you suspect when I never get respected? Besides, I'm the one that have to live this life for the rest of my life.”, Keyshia said sadly while wrapping up her monologue.The audience applauded with a jubilant sound as the play ended. Hearing the cheers, seeing the smiles, and being the center of attention did not move Keyshia at all. All she could think about is going home on Thanksgiving Day, and actually re-live her monologue mentally. She hadn't seen her stepfather in thirteen years ever since he went to war, and she wasn't too eager to see him neither."You think your momma is gonna to believe you? She don't love you, she loves me...", Keyshia remembers while walking home late.Not knowing what to do on Thanksgiving left Keyshia clueless, but scared since she does not have any family. There was nothing else to think about while she walked in the cold down Madison Street. It was so dark that she couldn't even see her own dark skin. Her curly jet black hair became frozen. Her face was turning red, and her pink sports jacket wasn't keeping her warm. The streets were semi-empty because everyone was in the house eating with their family. The horns of taxi drivers were set off every fifteen minutes, but it didn’t bother Keyshia. Seeing the Christmas lights blinking across the street at an expensive condo with a fifteen by eighteen balcony made Keyshia ponder about the perfect family she saw eating together at their hardwood table."OK snap out of Keyshia! You are twenty-three now. You determine how to spend your thanksgiving. Stop thinking about your stepfather.", she said to herself while putting the keys into the door at her studio home.As she opens her brown wooded door, she notices how the house flooded with darkness. A huge gust of cold air ran out of her house. She wanted to turn on the heat, but she was too afraid that something or someone, like her stepfather, would pop out and attack her. She drops her Chanel purse, that was now torn and dirty because her dog, Kimmy, thought it was her dog toy, by the door. She walks slowly to the living room full of fear. While turning to turn on the light switch, she hears something moving behind her. "Calm down Keyshia it's only Kimmy", she says to herself while going to the heater to turn on the heat. Keyshia then turns on the heater and notices that her Chanel purse is on the couch. While breathing heavily, her heart begins to pound against her chest. She freaks out, but remembers that her mom always told her that Jesus is watching her. She touches the gold cross around her neck which gave her little comfort. She begins to think positive thoughts. She remembers when her mom gave her the cross for Christmas a year before she was killed in a plane crash."Somebody’s watching my Lord, Kumba ya...", Keyshia sings while walking quickly to lock all her doors, and close all her windows."Somebody is watching you Kumba ya...", a deep voice sings while walking through the back door.Keyshia quickly picks up her target broom, and holds it tightly upside down as if she was on Star Wars the Movie."Who is it?", she nervously ask." Well if it ain't my step daughter Keyshia. All scared, lonely, and naive just like her mommy.", her stepfather said while walking in looking like a black Hitler with army clothing on. "" Get out!!!!! Why are you here?!?!?!", Keyshia says angrily."I came to see you, and tell you how much I miss you. You know both of us can't ever forget what happened. Now that you are older we can somehow bond even more."
"Get out before I call the police!""With what phone? I cut them all off before I came. Now come here and give papa some sugar""No! You will not touch me!!!!!"Keyshia's stepfather walks slowly towards her and throws her to the ground. Because she is weak, she is not strong enough to fight back.She kicks and screams and begs him to leave her alone. She screams out "Mammmma!". Only forgetting that she's not, or should I say never at home. You know, she wishes her daddy wasn't in jail. Maybe he could save her, but she can only do so much that he goes against her will and takes advantage of her...even thirteen years later.