I Found Love part one
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Author's Notes: These are my stories and are not to be copied, quoted or sampled.
This story is true, involves a family member's family. There is a non-consensual rape that was not finished depicted, non-sexual in nature.
Chapter one.
My name is Cleo Torrenta. I am twenty years old and the daughter of Dinah Davenport. I don't anything about the father's name on my birth certificate. My mama was fifteen when I was born. I have six half siblings and my mom is pregnant.
We live in a low income apartment in Fairburn, Georgia. It is nice there are three bedrooms, a living room, a nice kitchen, a dining room and a balcony with a gas grill.
I will be attending Albany State College in Atlanta next fall. I am a good basketball player and compete well with the boys in the projects, I'm pretty tall and fast.
Before all this, I first remember being in my meemaw's home with mama and her younger siblings. Meemaw was friends with lots of men while mama and her brothers were at school. It was Daddy this and oh Daddy when they were talking. Mostly she wore this ratty old robe with a man's undershirt and men's boxers. She was very round, she was still nursing Mama's youngest brother Jermaine who was two years younger than me.
Mama got pregnant again when I was two and Tyler was born, he's my favorite. Meemaw and Mama nursed both Tyler and Jermaine. Those baby boys were so chubby, but now they are both very tall now six foot six and six foot seven and both are playing college basketball. Tyler at Wake Forrest and Jermaine at UNC-Charlotte. They play guard and can handle the ball they are so fast. I have played basketball all through high school. I was scholarshipped to Pope Pius X Roman Catholic High school to play basketball. There might have been eighty or so other black kids, all have played sports, but most of the kids were white.
It is a co-educational school grade nine through twelve. There were a lot of very good teachers, nuns, brothers (monks) and secular people. I sang in the school choir and participated in plays and musicals.
To that point most of the experience was wonderful. There even was a home or dormitory for scholarshipped kids. Boys on the first floor, nuns on the second floor and girls on the third floor. There was a large kitchen and dining room. Mostly white food, roasts and stews, carrots, broccoli, green beans, fresh bread, yams and some greens, oh and rice of course. We always seemed to have fish and pork butts, collards and mustard greens at home.
I was fourteen and in the ninth grade when one of Meemaw's friends got after me, the police were called. He always creeped me out, staring at me, the police and the people at the hospital were nice and helped me. He never actually did it but I kicked him and screamed and Jermaine and Tyler beat the shit out of him he was an old fuck.
When they brought me to the hospital, just as I was leaving I screamed at both Mama and Meemaw and said, "You didn't even try to fucking stop him, what the fuck is wrong with you, " all I felt was rage and I would have helped Jermaine and Tyler kill him.
When I was done at the hospital the guidance counselor from school picked me up and hugged me as we got in the school van and she brought me to the dormitory and there were clothes waiting for me there were six girls, older who were black in my room and they knew and hugged me and I cried and I felt safe really for the first time in my life, they showed me my clothes and my shelves. Then it was dinner time a beef stew, with carrots and onions over rice and milk as much as I could drink. We only had butter milk at Meemaw's, which I liked, but this was so sweet.
In the summer I went to camps and played fast pitch, I was okay, but I also played on basketball travel teams. I was six foot one and weighed one hundred and sixty pounds and we lifted and did plyometric exercises that strengthened our core. I could grab the rim and I played small forward and the number two shooting guard. I could handle the ball, but we had these two girls who were five foot five and so fast, so coach went that way. On fast breaks though I'd leak out and get out and run and look like was going to dunk it but I'd lay it up.
We came in second in state my sophomore year and then first my in my junior year and senior year both. I turned eighteen at the end of my junior year, May first. I was allowed to date from my sophomore year on to chaperoned dances only. This is going to sound weird, but most of our black students were football players and huge, three hundred pounds and they played on the line.
They stunk to high heaven and if it looked like one of them was going to approach to talk to me or even ask me out I'd dart into a room or turn and literally run away.
There some really handsome basketball players, but openly they were in relationships with white girls, cheerleaders and one teacher. I was so attracted to this one boy Lester Smith who sat next to me in two of my classes, he was tall and long and his arms and big hands were ripped and veiny. Literally my heart pounded, he smelled like soap and he wore jeans and tight tee shirts, hoodies were not permitted.
I'd always say hey to him and he was nice, I'd ask him how his game went and then he'd open up and his eyes lit up and he gestured with his hands and I'd feed him questions and he'd say something funny and I'd laugh and hit his rock hard arm. So now he'd talk to me and one time at lunch, I said, "You should come and watch me play on Saturday."
"You play for the school?"
I said, "We were first in state last year, I was all conference and second team all-state. You don't want to play horse with me, if I shoot first."
"Mostly I'm a four, but sometimes a two, depending on fouls and stuff."
He smiled and said, "Do you have hops?"
I said, "Prolly not like you, I'm a girl, "and I squeezed my girls together and he noticed.
I went on and said, "Come out early this afternoon, I'll show you."
He was smiling and thinking and I said, "If I grab the rim, you take me to prom."
He smiled and said, "Okay what do I get if you don't get the rim?"
