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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Foreword

  Daddy’s Girl

  Satiated Desires

  Cold Blooded

  Find Me An Angel

  Rooms of Allurement: Part 1

  Scorned

  Five Years Earlier

  Three Years after Wedding

  A Week Later

  Some Months Later

  The Following Day

  2 Birds in the Bush

  His day in court

  Release Date

  2 AM Visit

  Falling for a Client

  An eye opening morning

  Candy

  What Goes Around

  A Hoe is a Garden Tool

  Pit of Her Stomach

  RUSH The Sweetest Sin

  I

  II

  III

  IV

  V

  Biographies

  Copyright Page

  foreword

  This young genre has spawned great storytelling, fantastic novels and raised a lot of important social issues. Hip Hop literature has given rise to numerous authors and presented the world with many new authors. A lot of them are females, mothers, sisters, daughters, and women who have not only seen it all, but lived the life. They are now writing the stories that will one day change how we view the world. This collection of great storytellers has grown and branched out to be some of the best in the game. Most of these authors are already on their way, watering their gardens of literature for the young ones coming up. Their works have served as inspiration to many. Educating and feeding the masses with words of wisdom, just like the great, Zora Neale Hurston, Alice Walker, Terry McMillan and others before them incited. African American female authors have risen. Their words like scars will live on in greatness, and be a testament, written on the flesh of society, showing the great people we are.

  Lipstick Diaries Part 2 is an anthology that has produced rich storytelling with interesting characters and plots from the hottest female authors in Hip Hop Literature. Authors like Genieva Borne, Arlene Braithwaite, Sharron Doyle, Kiniesha Gayle, Brooke Green, Tracee Hanna, Katrina Jones, Caroline McGill, Jada Roberts, Aretha Temple, Zoe Woods, have continued to carry the torch.

  In Lipstick Diaries Part 2, short stories range from coming of age, erotica, gangsta life, and the effects of the streets. Each story is different and offers an exciting voice in the book game. The only common element of Lipstick Diaries Part 2 is that all short stories are by top female authors. All their voices are different. Their stories are the war cries to our sufferings, pain and glory. The authors are from different regions of the United States and offer readers provocative stories, all from a female perspective. These stories are guaranteed to raise consciousness of our readers.

  I’m Wahida Clark, the Official Queen of Thug Love Fiction. I’ve been down with the game since 2002 and have witnessed the rise and fall of many authors, both male and female. A collection of rich strong and wonderful voices, Lipstick Diaries Part 2 is the springboard for new authors and an enhancement for the established ones. Enjoy reading this wonderful collection from the woman’s perspective and continue to support us. Because without you, the reader, we will not get to reach our highest plateaus.

  Signing Out

  Wahida Clark

  The Official Queen of Thug Love Fiction

  Daddy’s Girl

  SHARRON DOYLE

  The perfectly cloudless summer sky was blue as a gas flame, when she stepped outside. Winds had driven off the smog and the day dawned crisp and clean. Sabrina staggered home glassy eyed and obviously stoned from the night before. She could not wait to get home so she could hug the toilet in private.

  Home—if that’s what it was. Her mother passed away when she was nine years old and it was just her and her father. Everything changed then. Things that she hated to go through or think about, but were as real and painful as anything that she had ever felt. There was nothing but pain since her mother passed, except her father—if that’s what he wanted to be called.

  She made it to the front door and fumbled for her keys. She knew her father was at work and that gave her some time to herself. Sabrina climbed the staircase and went straight to the bathroom. Up came the usual residue from a night of drinking with her friends.

  She had to get ready to go to her part-time job at Popeye’s and did not want to be late again. Plus Taisheem was coming back from vacation today and she did not want to look all worn-out even though that was the way she felt. He wouldn’t understand and she was too embarrassed to confide in him.

  Sabrina got under the shower and then lay back on her bed, waiting for the room to stop spinning. She felt like she was on a never ending merry-go-round. Turning on her side, she stared at her favorite picture, the one with her, and her mother at Great Adventure, when she was eight years old.

  It was the last trip that she and her mother had taken before her mother passed away. Tears came to Sabrina’s eyes like always when she looked at her mother’s smiling face. Sabrina turned away from the picture, and set the alarm on her clock to ring so she could be to work on time.

  Three hours later the alarm clock buzzed angrily and insistently. Sabrina reached over and hit the button. Rolling out of bed, she stretched until her back cracked. That felt good. She had less than an hour to get to work, so she went into her closet and took out the bottle of Alize in her shoebox. She checked her stash, noting that she was low on Grey & Goose and Henney.

  Sabrina went into the kitchen and put ice in a tall glass. She carried the glass to her room and poured some Alize over it. She swallowed it quickly and then poured another one. Checking the time, she got dressed after having one last drink just to get out the door. That’s the way it was with Sabrina, a sixteen year old alcoholic.

  Taisheem was in the back counting out cashier drawers when Sabrina went on her break.

  “How are you feeling today? You been awfully quiet,” he said looking Sabrina over with concern.

  “I’m okay,” she said looking away from him.

  She wanted to tell him everything but was ashamed. Unlike the thugs she hung out with, Taisheem was a good guy. He’d never understand what she was going through. He’d probably think that she was dirty because that’s the way she felt all the time—dirty.

  She turned away from him and went to her locker to get a cigarette.

  “You really should stop smoking. Them things are going to kill you,” Taisheem said taking the pack out of her hand.

  “I know,” Sabrina said turning to look at him.

  “Am I going to see you tonight, or what?” Taisheem asked touching her face softly.

  “Yeah, I guess,” she said quietly.

  If only he knew he wouldn’t want to be bothered with her. He had so much going for him and if he knew he’d drop her like a bad habit. Sabrina often wondered what he saw in her. She was a high school drop out, a drunk and she was used up.

  “All right then, wait for me when you get off and we’ll take the train together to your house,” he said.

  “Um, no I’ll come back and get you,” Sabrina said reaching for her pack of cigarettes that he was still holding in his hand.

  He kissed her quickly so that none of the employees saw them. Most of them knew that Taisheem liked Sabrina but still there were rules, employees should not fraternize. Sabrina went out front to smoke before her break was up. She had already taken lunch and she only had fifteen minutes. She smoked quickly, then went back inside and opened her register for the waiting customers.

  Two thugs rushed to her line, “Oh you open? Good let me get a ten-piece and two large ice teas, and your number when you’re finished,” the first one said lean
ing on the counter. Sabrina ignored him and asked, “Is that for here or to go?”

  “To go,” the other one said pulling money out of his pocket. He put a twenty-dollar bill on the counter while talking on his cellphone.

  The first one was still leaning on the counter, and asked Sabrina, “So what time are you getting off? Maybe I could come back and pick you up.”

  Sabrina gave the other one his change and then said, “I’m good but thanks anyway.” She turned her back to get his 10-piece and the ice teas, hoping that when she gave him his food that he’d leave and not hold up her line talking shit. Those kinds of guys did nothing to impress her. She was a dime piece, gypsy-tan complexion, round heavy lashed eyes and perfect thick lips always attracted the guys. If that wasn’t enough then her jade green eyes were mesmerizing. Sabrina was used to the attention men gave her.

  She passed the food and drinks and said, “Have a nice day.” Then she moved on to the next customer saying, “Next in line, can I take your order?” That was her nice way of dismissing cats that she had no interest in. The rest of the day buzzed by quickly, next thing, Sabrina was clocking out. She told Taisheem that she’d be back to pick him up.

  “Alright, seven-thirty,” he said, winking.

  Her father was in the kitchen when she came home. Sabrina immediately went upstairs, hoping he didn’t hear her. Sabrina was not in the mood not now—not ever, but that never stopped him. She closed her bedroom door, held her breath and listened. There were footsteps coming up the stairs.

  “Dammit!” She said and sat on the bed, waiting for his knock.

  “Bree honey, open the door,” he said turning the door handle. Reluctantly she got up, opened the door and stood in the doorway.

  “Are you okay, honey?” he asked stroking her face.

  “I’m fine, daddy. I just want to be alone.”

  He stepped into her room and hugged her while stroking her long hair. She hated him touching her, and despised the way he looked at her. He cupped her face and forced his tongue in her mouth. Sabrina resisted, but he held her head and turned it back to face him. Picking her up, he carried her to the bed. Setting her down like she was a baby, he got on top of her, slowly grinding his body between her legs.

  “It’s been two days, Bree. I’ve missed you honey,” he whispered in her ear while unbuckling his belt.

  “Daddy, please…don’t,” she said, tears in her eyes.

  Why did he do this to her? He didn’t listen and he stood up and let his pants fall off. Sabrina curled up in a fetal position on her bed hoping that he’d go away but she knew better.

  “Please Sabrina,” he said giving her that sick look.

  She knew eventually he’d take it if she didn’t give it. Sabrina got up and took her uniformed pants off and then her panties. With tears clouding her eyes, Sabrina got under the covers. This thing with her father had been going on since she was ten years old, and every time it still hurt like it was the first time.

  He took off his underwear and stood over Sabrina rubbing his manhood over her lips.

  “Just a little bit,” he said quietly, watching his pre-cum stick to her lips. She opened her mouth and let him in. She sucked him until he was fully erect and turned her head in disgust spitting out his juices that escaped.

  Her father got on top of her and roughly inserted his penis into her. She was still not responding because she had learned how to shut her body down. He fucked her while running his fingers through her hair. Sucking on her perky breasts, his breathing became labored until he was finally finished.

  Sabrina rolled from underneath him, running straight to the bathroom, turning the shower on. She stepped under the water and cried as she scrubbed her body. Dirty, that’s how she had felt since she was ten years old.

  Taisheem was waiting for Sabrina when she got out of the cab. He spotted her and walked over.

  “You’re late. I thought you weren’t coming,” he said.

  “Sorry, I had to do some laundry,” she lied, avoiding his eyes.

  “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked studying her.

  “Yeah,” Sabrina said and smiled.

  “You always say that, but for some reason I don’t believe you. Even when you smile, it never reaches your eyes,” Taisheem said seriously.

  Sabrina kissed Taisheem to distract him. She wanted so bad to tell him—to tell somebody but she was ashamed.

  “Come on,” he said, taking her hand. “My mom’s waiting for us.”

  They walked to his house, and just like he said, his mother was waiting. Taisheem was a mommy’s boy and that attracted Sabrina. He was eighteen but let his mother know everything he did. Unlike the thugs she had dealt with, all they cared about was getting money and fucking. No family values, respect for their parents, no merit.

  “Taisheem talks about you so much. Please come in and have a seat, Sabrina. I’m Mrs. Beverly, Taisheem’s mother.”

  She gave Sabrina a warm hug that felt familiar and was so needed. Mrs. Beverly took Sabrina’s jacket and walked her to the living room.

  “Thank you,” Sabrina said following her into the living room.

  Taisheem’s father was sitting in front of the TV watching news. He stood immediately and took Sabrina’s hand in a friendly embrace.

  “Well it’s about time we meet you,” he said smiling at her. “I was starting to think that Taisheem had an imaginary friend,” he laughed.

  “Knock it off, dad,” Taisheem said, walking into the living room.

  Sabrina sat on the couch and crossed her legs. Taisheem’s parents seemed both wonderful she thought. Wishing she lived in a household like this one, Sabrina remembered Taisheem saying that he had to be home for dinner on several occasions, but Sabrina really thought that only families on television ate dinner together.

  Inside an alcove between the kitchen and the living room, a table was laid out for them. Taisheem said to Sabrina, “I’ll show you where the bathroom is so you can wash your hands.”

  “Okay,” Sabrina said following him upstairs.

  He took her to one bathroom and then he went down the hall to the other bathroom. She went inside, locked the door, and sat on the toilet. The bathroom was lemon pine fresh. Sabrina opened her bag and took out a small bottle of E & J. She looked it up and down then took a long swig.

  Standing in front of the sink, she turned on the water, and took another swig before closing the bottle. She put the fifth in her pocketbook. She washed her hands and then put two pieces of Spearmint in her mouth. Taisheem was waiting for her by the steps when she walked out.

  “Let’s go eat,” he said taking her hand in his. He gave her a quick kiss before they got downstairs.

  At dinner his parents asked Sabrina about her plans after she graduated. Sabrina talked enthusiastically about going college.

  “How’s your mom and dad?”

  Sabrina heard but allowed the question to hang. She quickly filled her mouth with a fork full of rice and sweet potato combination. Fearing his parents would find out the truth about her, Sabrina did everything to avoid talking about her home life.

  “Kudos to the cook,” she said between bites, “This is really good.”

  She chomped on fried chicken and gravy petrified that Taisheem’s parents would think she was no good for their only son. Sabrina ate heartily, smiling but feeling scared of being judged, and losing Taisheem. He was the only pure thing that Sabrina had in her life and didn’t want to lose him.

  After dinner they went into the sitting room and talked some more. She could tell that Taisheem’s parents were very proud of him the way they talked about him as if he wasn’t sitting there. Sabrina wished someone were proud of her.

  “You have to invite your father over one evening, Sabrina. We’d love to meet him.”

  She heard Taisheem’s mother speaking and quickly headed off any possibilities.

  “He ah…works a lot and besides he’s not very sociable,” Sabrina replied.

  “Oh well
that’s alright then, I guess. You’re always welcome, Sabrina,” Taisheem’s mother said.

  The rest of the evening went by sociablely correct. Later his father announced in a crisp voice, “Taisheem, it’s getting late, why don’t you use the car and take Sabrina home…?” his father offered, passing the car keys to Taisheem. “Straight there and back,” he sternly continued.

  “All right, dad,” Taisheem said and looked at Sabrina. “Are you ready?”

  “Not really, but I know we have school tomorrow.”

  As she got up off the couch, her pocketbook suddenly tipped over and the fifth fell out. Sabrina immediately reached for it but not before all eyes saw the bottle hit the carpet.

  “I’m so clumsy, my father’s. I have to hide it from him,” she said embarrassed pushing the bottle in the bottom of her bag.

  Taisheem had a stunned look on his face while his parents exchanged wide-eyed looks.

  “Thank you for dinner. Goodnight,” Sabrina said making her way to the door.

  She knew that they would not want her in their house again or around their beloved son.

  “I’ll be right back,” Taisheem said closing the door after them.

  Outside Sabrina stopped and said, “Taisheem. I am soo sorry”.

  “Yeah, whatever,” he replied getting into the car.

  For the next three days Taisheem said nothing to Sabrina that wasn’t work related. He totally shut her out since that night at his house. She understood how he felt and wanted to tell him why she drank and how she became an alcoholic, but would he understand?