Who am I? by Anonymous Anonymous (ebook e reader .txt) 📕

to ask.

I went to tell my parents that I was home and to tell them goodnight, but when I stepped into their room, I could here my dad snoring and I could see that my mom was in a deep sleep. Wow I think to myself, they must really be tired to be already asleep at eight o'clock. Craving pizza for some reason, I got some cash from my room ordered a large pepperoni pizza via cell phone, changed into shorts, a long flowery maxi dress and gladiator sandals and went to pick it up the pizza.

I rang the the door bell twice before Dante answers it. Letting my hair out of the clip that was keeping it prisoner, I shake my head and say in a low husky voice that I hope he finds sexy, "I have a delivery for the Jenkins".

Playing along he flashes me a sexy grin, comes to stand in front of me and says, "how much do I owe you?"

"Oh about 12 bucks, and can you hurry i have another delivery."

"Can I pay you in kisses", he whispers softly.

Without waiting for my respond, he dips his head and captures my lips and tongue in a passion filled kiss.

"I smell pizza", Mae says excitedly.

Breaking our kiss and taking my hand, Dante frees my hand of the pizza and gently pulls me inside the house.

"Kierra was kind enough to bring some over for us", he says as he puts the pizza down on the coffee table in the living room.

Taking two slices each and than thanking me for the pizza the girls go to their rooms and resume the conservation they were having before Kierra and the pizza came. that conversation was about Dante and how it would be like if he married Kierra, an idea both girls seemed to like.


Checking my phone and seeing that it read 9:43 I got up from where I sat on the couch.

"I have to go."

"You just got here."

"It feels that way, but I've been here for a while."

"At least let me drive you home."

"What about the girls, I'm not letting you leave them here-."

"Fool had me waiting in that parking lot for a hell of a long time. I called yo ass at 9:00 now it's 9:45. Making me wait for no reason", muttered an angry women, interrupting my sentence.

"Pipe down, I told you I got stuck in traffic, came a raspy voice.

"Got stuck in traffic my ass."

"Mom, dad, meet Kierra, Dante interrupted trying to get their argument to cease.

"Hello, his mom said before walking towards a room I assume was her and her husbands bedroom."

His father on the other hand just nods towards me then stalks after his wife to their room. Their conversation did not stop, it even got louder.

With a grimace on his face Dante says, "Problem solved, Mr. and Mrs. Trouble is here."

"Huh", I raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing. I can walk you home now, my people are home to stay with my sisters."

"Um okay, Lets go then."

Halfway home and still no words have been spoken between us. Unable to take the silence I stare at him. His face expression was a mixture of sadness, disappointment, regret and anger.

"What's wrong, I ask him. Before your parents came home you were laughing and happy, now your crestfallen."

He shook his head.

"Come on, talk to me, no judgement here."

"With a sigh he began, "My parents are drug addicts, my mom does heroin, my father does it also plus he smokes, and is a alcoholic."

"They get on my last nerves, like why the hell are you going to have kids if your not going to take care of them?"

He went on and on about how much he disliked his parents. We finally got to my front door and he was still ranting. I was glad he was finally letting it out and I was more glad he was telling me his feelings.

"I'm sorry for boring you with my family problems", he said when he finally realized that we were outside my house.

"Boring me, never, I'm so glad you told me how your really feeling rather than keep it bottled up inside."

He gave me a real smile for the first time since we left his house. Leaning in he gave me a quick kiss.

"That it", I ask after seconds of waiting for more.

I grab his head and crush my lips to his. He must have been craving this kiss be cause within seconds of my lips touching his he already moved in for the kill with his tongue. This was not a slow kiss, not even close. It was as if he was trying to conquer my mouth. This was a hunger filled kiss. I could feel his hands on my waist gently squeezing. A little voice in my head said that he would have had his hand up my shirt if i wasn't wearing a long dress.

Breathless I pull away. He however wasn't having any of that, We were close enough to my house that I could lean against it and he used that to his full advantage. Dante gently pushed me against the house and let go of my waist and put both hands flat on the house.


I try once again to pull away because I now truly needed to either breath or fall victim to forever darkness. He still didn't want to release my mouth, but I pushed him away softly, but hard. Getting the message he finally stepped away.

He simply said goodnight and walked away without even bothering hearing my response.


"Hey, Kierra wait up", came Dante's voice.

I was kinda shocked because he when in school we usually keep our distance.

"You need help in something, I ask thinking it's about school.

A look of confusion passes through his handsome face. "Oh no, I just wanted to ask you something."

"Um ok shoot, I say still thinking it's school related."

"Wanna hang out today? The girls are sleeping over their friends today and my parents are in Vegas. They left first thing this morning," he said this last part with a shake of his head. "Oh and I don't have to work"

Home alone was the first thing that popped into my head and then it finally hit me, he's home alone and he wants to hang out with me! Oh my gosh, what do I do! I had a full conversation in my head for about two minutes before mentally agreeing to hang out with him.

"So?" he stretched the "o" sound in the word.

"Oh sorry, sure I'll hang with you", I say with a smile.

A big smile flashed onto his face. "Cool whats your last period class, he asks, because I'll just go to your class after school, its easier."

"AP Biolo-"

"Dante", came a very annoying voice. "You said you would walk me to class today!"

"In a minute Brittney, I'm busy here".

She walked over to where we were standing and looks me up and down.

"You've hit a new low Dante", she says with a stupid laugh.
"He's just going to sleep with you then leave your ass", Brittney continues, staring at me with a mock look of disgust.
"She ain't even cute, Dante, eh, you can do so much better than this here!"

I had enough. My blood was boiling and my hand was clenched tightly. Who the hell does she think she is? Like I know she's prettier than me, but not by that much. Ugh she disgusts me, she think she's all that because she's able to spend countless money on her beauty. At least I have a natural tint of beauty while she has one driven by cosmetics.

"Excuse me", I say outraged, um didn't your parents teach you some manners, or am I going to have to teach you some with my fists?"

"I could also fix that crooked jaw of yours, Bitch!"

She seemed shocked that I would dare even talk to her like that as well as insult her.
wish you would,
"Ooh, I wish you would, I would show you not mess with me ever again. After I'm done with you, you will know your place skank.

With that last word my fist went a swinging. When I fight, I fight for real, I don't slap, I punch. When you grow up with three brothers, you have to know how to fight.

Ten minutes into the fight, I feel a pair of big hands around my waist pulling me away from the person that has caused me to lose my temper.

"Kierra", stop, Dante yells.

I squirm and tried to wiggle out of his grip, but he held me tight.

"Stop, do you want to get suspended and risk the chance of not getting into an Ivy league college?"

With that comment I cease all my actions and just stood there while Dante held me tight against him.

"You will pay for this, you crazy ass Bitch", Brittney hollers. She has a bloody nose and swollen cheeks. Her tank top was full of her blood and tears.

"Miss Cole come with me, an angry voice which belonged to my class Master, Mrs. Tyson shouted.

Lifting my head from Dante's chest I looked at her and my heart fell. Her expression held great disappointment and her eyes, sadness.

"We do not tolerate fighting in this school Kierra, she said once were in the office and the door was closed. You know better than anyone. I am disappointed in you. This will be punished with 10 day suspension"

T-t-ten days", I repeat. Tears threatened to spill.

"It was self-defence", Dante tried to reason.

"Young man I said you could stay, but you need to stay out of this discussion.

I reached for his hand and softly squeezed. It was my way of letting him know thanks.

"You okay, Dante asks me in the car still holding my hand.

"Yeah I'm fine", I respond and actually meaning it too. I used to think that I would bawl my eyes out if I ever got suspended, but I'm okay, I regret it, but I have come to terms with my actions and the consequences they brought.

"We still hanging today", he asks.

Knowing as soon as my parents find out about my suspension my life will no longer be mine, I shook my head yes because I wanted to enjoy my freedom while I still could.

"Ooh ooh, that's my song", I say about Whitney Houston's song "It's not Right But It's Okay", which was playing on the radio.

Before I knew it we were doing a duet and when the song ended we gave each other a high five.

Laughing I say, "You listen to Whitney."

"Hell yeah, and anyone who doesn't like her is a fool."

Song after song we sang until we reached his house.

He got out and opened my door and held his hand out, taking his outstretched hand I stepped out of the car.

Once inside and still holding my hand he led my down a stairway I did not know he had.

"This is my room"

I look around the grand space. It had a king size bed in the middle with a nightstand on the left. All the other furniture related to the bed was on the right and he had a couch at the end of his bed! The thing that caught my eyes and attention was the beautiful graffiti art all over the walls. Something else caught my eyes that I didn't much care for and that something was his posters of half naked women on his wall and door.

Turning to him I raised an eyebrow and say, "you let your sisters see this?"

"Yeah why", answered.

I shook my head.

"What", he asks.

"Nothing, nothing. I like your room and the graffiti is so unique! Did you do it yourself?"

"Thanks babe, he says smiling, and yeah I did it myself with the help of the girls of course, they did that all by themselves though."

And with that he points to the space above his bed. It was a