Quiet As Kept

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Unique is a daughter of a prostitute that lives the perfect life in her own eyes. She meets her wild twin sister one day and it changes her life due to a tragic episode.

Submitted: November 04, 2011

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I was the child of a prostitute and I knew it but I was never ashamed of her nor did the name calling in school bother me. My mother named me Unique because she said she had never met such a beautiful and well behaved child as I was. I was quiet and kept to myself so I made straight A’s. Who needed friends I had my mother and my uncle (her pimp) that were there for me. My mother would walk me to school and never missed any plays, awards or conferences. She worked nights while I slept and I always woke to her rubbing my head and singing to me with a beautiful smile. My mother was beautiful with long bouncy curls, skin like caramel, green eyes, deep dimples when she smiled and the perfect hourglass shape. I always wondered why she didn’t just leave her long tiring nights alone to be a model but I never questioned her. I loved my mother…. I met my twin sister later on in my life, she just popped up out of nowhere and I can’t seem to remember when she got here or where she came from. We were roommates and identical but total opposites. Rhonique dressed extra sexy and wore makeup while I wore classy clothes and no makeup. I wore my hair up and she wore hers down…..Total opposites. I never understood how she could just meet a dude and bring him home. She had sex with so many men that she couldn’t even remember names. I on the other hand was a virgin and didn’t mind at all. My sister was a sex fiend and seemed to love it. I was lying in my bed reading a book when I heard Rhonique come in with a dude off course. I could tell she was drunk because she was extra giggly and then her door slammed. I put on my headphones to drown out all the screaming and the sound of her headboard hitting the wall. The next morning Rhonique woke me jumping on my bed. “Unique, gurrrrrl, that nigga was the shit!” I groaned and pulled the covers over my head. I couldn’t help but laugh at how childish she was acting. I sat up and listened to the nasty details Rhonique was telling me and we laughed together. After a while Rhonique came home less and less but I always got a call that she was ok so I never stressed it. I would just get mad hen she’d go in my room while I was gone, leaving her clothes on my floor or make up on my dresser. She had her own room to be messy in after all. When Rhonique wasn’t with me I’d have dreams that I was her and doing all the things she does but in the dream I loved it. This one particular night I swore I was awake because it felt so real: I walked in the club wearing a tight, extra short, black dress that stopped right up under my ass. If I had to bend over everyone would see my goods. I spotted a well dressed, tall, dark skin man with a pretty white smile and deep waves looking my way. I rolled my eyes playing hard to get and crossed my legs seductively. I turned around to order a drink and he came and stood at the bar next to me. Chills ran down my back as his cologne hit my nostrils and I slowly turned in his direction and smiled. He smiled back and we began to talk. Before I knew it we were kissing skin and when he dropped his boxers he was packing a whole nine. I climbed on top and rode him harder and harder until we both came. I woke up sweating as the morning sun shined in through my window. My dream felt so real and for a minute I understood how Rhonique could be how she was. Once again her clothes were in my room; I groaned and stormed into her room. What I found had me frozen in fear. The room was empty, no furniture, and no pictures on the walls, completely empty. What was going on? There was no way Rhonique would just move without telling me or move all her stuff without me hearing her from my room. I sat in the floor gathering my thoughts and shaking my head in confusion. I stood up and walked back to my room but when I passed my dresser mirror I had to do a double take. “Oh my God!” Looking back at me was Rhonique! The room started to spin and I got nauseous. Then the memory of so long ago came flooding…… My mother came rushing into our hotel room we lived in and packed our bags frantically. A loud knock came to the door repeatedly and with each knock my mom packed faster. “Open the door bitch before I start shootin!” My mother stopped “Unique get under the bed and don’t come out no matter what you see or hear, baby. I love you sweetie.” She kissed me on my forehead and I did as I was told. When my mother opened the door the beating started until she lay bloody and near death on the floor. The man pulled down his pants and began to rape my mother in front of me as I lay helpless under the bed. I closed my eyes but could still see my mother’s near death eyes. After he was done he zipped up his pants and spit on her before leaving. My mother’s last words sent tears streaming down my eyes. “I love you, Unique” She whispered weakly before she left my life forever…… I sat rocking in the floor crying as I remembered that night like it was yesterday. How could I have forgotten about it? Rhonique wasn’t my twin but yet a person I had acquired over the years. I was Rhonique………


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